Growing Up and Growing Out
There is something about the start of the school year which begs acquiring new clothes for one’s children. I see […]
Epiphany Star Words: My blessing, my nemesis
Perhaps it’s a suburban thing, or a me thing, but I don’t love asking for help.
Please don’t follow me for more simple kid hair hacks
Our daughter came into the world with a large head, a conspicuous tuft of bright red hair, and a deep stubborn streak which clearly has no relation to her biological parentage.
The Larger than Life Ministry of Phillips Brooks
Character may be manifested in the great moments, but it is made in the small ones.
A lunch bag, a water bottle, and an empty tissue box
Not one person in my life would accuse me of being chronically organized.
Stalling on the Dock of the Bay
I was sitting on the dock of our diocesan camp, the Barbara C Harris Center, when I began feeling uncomfortable.
Sabbath by Sprain
I think it all happened because the eighteen-year-old boy behind the counter called me ma’am.
Longing for God and Something Familiar in Advent
As if on cue, every second Sunday of Advent my husband and I get into an argument about the correct type of lights to hang in order to welcome baby Jesus, the incarnate God, into the world.
