A Real Mother

It’s not conception, not pregnancy, not nursing, not even wiping snotty little noses. After all, dogs and cats give birth Continue reading →

Sasha’s Beads

Odd beads, too long and twisted to be a hippie’s necklace. I hold them softly between thumb and forefinger. Not Continue reading →

Why Do I Go to Church?

I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading →

Joys of the Day: Late January

Northern Minnesota It’s not quite dawn as I write. Even here in the main room, inside the thick log walls, Continue reading →

Walking the Plank

It’s never as fun as in Peter Pan. It’s murder—A public execution. Peter Pan flew, but I don’t know how. Continue reading →

A Meditation for the Election

Here’s a meditation or prayer for the next few days: We hold a vision of light that shines brighter than Continue reading →

The Space Only God Can Fill

When I’m not singing in the choir,  I like to sit right over there. In years past Barb R. usually Continue reading →

Christmas vs. Easter

Christmas comes as the darkness grows. Easter comes after the darkness is complete. At Christmas, we light candles in the Continue reading →