Narrative Arts: Maryam of Quidun, My Mother, and Me
We all have stories we tell about ourselves. As the oldest of three girls and the one I think my […]
We all have stories we tell about ourselves. As the oldest of three girls and the one I think my […]
I have a reputation among friends and colleagues for being unusually crafty. If a new artistic practice catches my attention,
If Palm Sunday’s approach to the Passion skips too quickly through the events of Holy Week, I would propose an approach to Good Friday that reverses the balance
It happens every few months: someone at the parish where I work will ask me what my name is.
As an oldest daughter in a family that went to a specifically Norwegian Lutheran church, oh how I wanted to wear that iconic white dress, red sash, and crown of candles.
Editor’s Note: This post originally appeared on Bird Treacy’s substack Wiggles & Wonder on November 14th and is shared today
Merry Michaelmas! Have you started working on your Christmas pageant yet?
The first Episcopal Church I ever attended regularly—and the church that changed my entire course of my life—was St. Bartholomew’s in Atlanta, GA.
If you have a young child, you may not realize it, but your home is probably full of process art.