The first days after Christmas are the last days of the year. If there is a natural let down there is also a welcomed quiet. The wrapping paper is sorted, folded, or tossed. The house is made right. Dinners are simple leftovers. Thank goodness the cookies are almost gone. New Year’s resolutions knock in our …
I’m going to get right to it. This week is about experiencing joy and sharing it. Or, in case you just aren’t feeling it, sharing the joy and then experiencing it. Don’t Grimch out. Don’t waste a moment saying to yourself that you don’t have time, because this is the reason we celebrate. I’ll say …
This is the third week of Advent and that means a week of rejoicing. Long. Hard. Sigh. This Advent has been too? Too? Too everything hard. Rejoicing seemed to be off the table. This Christmas season our primary home decoration has been an IV gravity infusion stand with all the attendant medication, syringes and alcohol …
This was the year that almost did me in. 2017 was characterized by challenges, failure, and misery. My husband and I, individually and together, have felt like Sisyphus — waging successful assaults on the problems of the month only to discover a new challenge that pushes us back down the hill, just to start over …
This is the week when I turn into the Grinch. It’s the week of the final countdown toward Christmas Mornng. Work feels like an imposition on my true job which has become preparing for Christmas. There isn’t enough tape in the world to finish the wrapping. Last minute Christmas card envelopes stare up at me …
I am a late bloomer in the world of Christian Faith. I stayed away from it because it seemed so exclusive rather than inclusive. Hard-liners on both the right and the left whose cost of a seat was based on my political views hardened my heart. Proselytisers who knocked on my door and doomed me to …
I struggle with my faith. It runs through me like a deep underground stream, always there, always pure. The problem is that I often just refuse to go to the pump and bring it up. I’m not alone. This week, Holy Week, is about a lot of people who were just like me. The crowds who blessed …
When I think of my Lenten sacrifice it’s usually along the lines of food. Give up chocolate or soda for 40 days. Or a habit that I don’t like, like swearing (boy do I have a sailor’s mouth). Besides showing that I have the discipline to do it, what does it show? Does it bring …
Marriage is an adventure. And by adventure, I mean sometimes you both are on a tropical beach sipping a fruit drink out of a coconut and sometimes you are being chased out of a jungle by cannibal pygmies with poisonous darts. By adventure, I mean that sometimes you both are on the cover of Explorer …
Well, it is. The seasonal Ju-Ju doesn’t happen on New Years – that’s the time for dreaming and wishing. The seasonal Ju-Ju is February!!! The time from sunset on February 1 to sunset on February 2 a monumental current washes through our lives. Each of the many holidays, the ancient and the Holy acknowledge this seismic shift- …
