Each week in hospice a team of doctors, nurses, chaplains and social workers meets to discuss every patient in their care. Usually the meeting starts with a few moments of silence remembering those who have died in the preceding days, followed by a short meditation from the chaplain. Yesterday a colleague read this poem, “Wild…

In the New Year I’ve started a freelance writing gig to support my family. (In previous posts I’ve shared a bit about the various challenges that go along with parenting a child with special needs, one of which is providing for the various early-intervention therapies—hence this new adventure.) Now, if you’d like to hire me…

There will be many firsts in the New Year. If last year’s big first was the publication of Grace Sticks, this year’s reviews of the book are another. In fact, Susan Butterworth’s review in The Episcopal Digital Network’s wonderful, ecumenical online publication Sermons That Work happens to be the very first of these; and it’s a…

Whiny children with grubby hands lining up to grab at the hem of Your clothes in the bread and the wine. Pretty please. Only an indulgent parent would begrudge the presumption with which we take the bite-size pieces or the desultory thank yous to Christ’s body and blood shed for you— maybe because You know…

In the spirit of yesterday’s post offering 4 tips for following your God-given dream (a.k.a. personal calling), I’m giving a shout-out of support to fellow saint and sinner Amy who quit her cushy corporate job at Starbucks to pursue her dream of writing, producing and acting in her very first film. Amy and I swam…

  [A correction has been made to Joyce’s age in this latest version of the post.] And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. —1 Corinthians 13:13 Right now my father-in-law is waiting at the hospital for Joyce to die. Joyce is in her early nineties, and…

An audio version of Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises has been keeping me company in the car; and has convinced me that Hemingway was a restless soul, too (by “restless,” I mean another soul looking for more purpose, more truth and more life). Set in post-World War 1 Paris, the book tells the story…

The other day as I sent my hubby and kids off to an escape at the beach far away from my manic dash to the finish line on the manuscript for Grace Sticks, I was struck once again by the power of the human imagination. During that ungodly, 6 a.m. drive to the airport, we…

After finishing Barbara Brown Taylor’s Leaving Church– more thoughts on this wonderful book later- I picked up Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (Reading Kaling is my way of grieving the departure of my favorite T.V. show, “The Office.”) Kaling begins her tome to humor for the sake of it, by listing all of…

What was to be Sunday’s serenade is now music for a manic Monday: “Just a Ride” by Jem is a reminder that life, much like writing, is a ride with ups and downs. The key is to let go and take it all in stride. Last night I picked up Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird…

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