Sometime around President Trump’s inauguration my heart started rippling in my chest. My sleep was haunted by the kind of nightmares that feel like cattle prods to my feet and that…
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One summer we harvested a gorgeous crop of grass hay. We counted 334 bales, a year’s supply but I told a friend I’d sell her some if there was extra….
1. In February the sun came out after a long month of gray skies and no shadow. Light flashed into our house with the subtlety of the tongues of flame…
Whenever I crawl under the afghan Bruce’s grandmother knitted, I feel her love wrapping around me, a firm, warm hug, though I never met her. Perhaps she prayed for me,…
The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light. (Rom. 13;12, NIV) I…
I walk the dogs down the road first thing. The moon hugs earth shine, the sun an orange glow on the horizon, the sky smoky, stars fading. I’m not much…
I wanted to let you know that I’ll be on Blogtalk Radio with Richard Rossi at 1:00 Central time on Monday, October 3. You can listen through the internet and…
In Healing the Heart of Democracy Parker Palmer says the church potluck binds us together. He talks about how one church used potlucks to help people fix their troubled neighborhood….
“But the truth is, my worst nightmares are someone’s present reality. What right do I have to be happy in a busted-up world where people are weeping over graves right…