Birdsong for Me

For years I have had the honor of improving my writing under the guidance of Katerina Whitley…and have learned a thing or two about cooking along the way! My favorite Easter Sunday was when she joined me at the church I served and shared her monologue of Mary Magdalene recalling the events of Easter morning….

The Beauty of the Pivot

In the midst of all of this mess, my sleep patterns have shifted. I come from a long line of sleepers – 10-12 hour a night folks – and have always loved my sleep. But right now I seem to be waking up at ungodly hours with more energy than I know what to do…

Moving from “I don’t want to do this” to “But I can.”

It might surprise you to know that I have panic attacks. They aren’t frequent or severe, but in the moment they take hold like a terrier with a rat, shaking my nerves and pushing my breath back into my lugs, held hostage in the moment. It is the reason I don’t like to fly. Over…

Grief and Gratitude

I packed up a student’s belongings yesterday. He was one of our gap year students, meaning he has a high school degree already from his home country and was with us simply for an American experience before heading off to college back home. I pulled his clothes off their hangers, folding them neatly to go…

Where I’ve Been

Hello, friends! Sorry for being silent for so long. My new job has kept me busy this fall and holiday season. First years are filled with first things, setting up shop, new ideas and suggestions, and new relationships, especially when it’s not only a first year for you but for the position in its current…

July Evening

The mosquitoes and gnats are Joined by countless other Winged beasts They pepper the air like a misplaced And confused Light snow Whose flakes haven’t the courage to Fall to the ground So dart, directionless, through the air We wallow in the Long hours of sunlight Lapping up every decadent minute In a mere hour…

Homemade Butter and the Drip, Dripping of Sabbath Time

A steady dripping rings out in my kitchen and I listen to the singing of the metal bowl as it catches every drop. Normally I can’t stand repetitive sounds – the ticking of a clock, the smacking of chewing gum, the clicking of a ballpoint pen. But this sound is different. Each drop pops through…

Let Good Friday be

It’s Good Friday. Let it be Good Friday. Don’t rush Easter morning. Don’t skip ahead to “the good part.” Don’t pretend today never happened and Jesus isn’t dead. Don’t fail to mourn or be heartbroken or rest in this space of confusion and grief. We need today. Don’t tell me about tomorrow and don’t tell…

Last Things

Being a Christian means knowing the worst things aren’t the last things. I’m paraphrasing here. I read this, or something like it, recently in passing and cannot, for the life of me, remember what brilliant religious figure said it. Even an internet search rendered no results. So my apology goes into the cosmos for not…