- A Palm Sunday Special - My face in the crowd

Sometimes it all seems too far away. Read more

The universality of spring

The more I think about it, the more I wonder - is springtime the root of all ancient religions? Read more

Cycles

I'm not sure how to spell it... but here I am, moaning! Winter seems soooo long! Read more

It all boils down to...

Here's the thing. I'm probably putting myself out of business. Read more

Questions

My greatest joy (and I have been doing it since I was 15 years old) is to teach Sunday School. Read more

Excerpt from “10 Days in January”

Foreword

While writing this memoir, I puzzle over these interconnected reoccurring questions: Is it possible to know your own mother, father, brothers, sisters, as real people? Or are we stuck in roles and patterns, some assigned to us even before we were born, some gender-specific, some set in place by 'birth-order,' some cultural, some echo across generations, some determined by the decade we were born in? Read more

Nothing New Under the Sunday

The news these days seems to be full of riddles, contradictions, confusions and stress. Read more

Waiting

Wait for the toast to pop. Wait for the green light. Read more