Your Favorite Posts and a Thank You

  Happy New Year, my friends. Recently, someone I love sat at my kitchen table while I fiddled with pots and pans. She asked me if I love to cook. I told her that despite evidence to the contrary (shelves of cookbooks, dozens of kitchen gadgets), I don't really enjoy cooking. I'm usually in a hurry to get it over with. But here is the...

Because Our Children Are Vulnerable

  On the Friday after Christmas we piled our over-stimulated, over-sugared children into the car and drove. We were chasing peace and quiet down the backroads, and we found it. The three-year-old had fallen asleep and the big kids in the backseat had stopped pinching each other when we drove straight into a flock of children. Startled, I...

The Gifts of a Dying Year

Their minivan is stuffed with children and luggage, all the paraphernalia of a Christmas well celebrated. The late December sun is too weak to soften the wind’s bite so we rush inside to wave goodbye from the window. The kids and I wave frantically, and it is as if we are saying goodbye to good friends, to Christmas, to this entire year. In a...

Advent 2012 (Fourth Sunday)

O sacred Lord of ancient Israel, who showed yourself to Moses in the burning bush, who gave him the holy law on Sinai mountain: Come, stretch out your mighty hand to set us free.   - Kathleen Norris, God With Us: Rediscovering the Meaning of Christmas...

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