The Hope Mary Magdalene Offers the World
As a female priest in the Episcopal Church, it only takes one comment on Twitter “leaving my bubble” for me […]
As a female priest in the Episcopal Church, it only takes one comment on Twitter “leaving my bubble” for me […]
One of my favorite things to imagine is Jesus and the disciples in their day to day life. I think about
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
Ever since my early days, the interplay between faith and reason has been a journey that has shaped the core of my beliefs.
I recently had the privilege of attending a Taylor Swift concert. And yes, it was a privilege.
As a young child, I held aspirations of joining the military. I remember our imaginary play through back street alleys and vacant lots included re-enacting scenes from the latest war movie that we watched on television.
Safe? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good.
I was sitting on the dock of our diocesan camp, the Barbara C Harris Center, when I began feeling uncomfortable.
In the early months of the pandemic, locked down with my young children in a too small city row house with no real backyard to speak of, I found myself losing my patience, something already in short supply, much like milk, diapers, and grocery delivery slots.