As winter begins to melt away, I’m thinking about dumpster diving again. I started last year when I realized how much college students throw away at the end of...
Our Faith
Some people are very good at asking questions. They turn things over, ponder them, assess from multiple angles, and articulate a question many of us may have...
Our kids yelled at us on Ash Wednesday about not wanting to go to church: They loathed the gritty feel as the ashes were smudged on their skin, the residue...
You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle.—Psalm 56:8 I’m driving a neighbor teen, I’ll call her Nina, to a scheduled appointment, when...
I love Holy Week. With its processions, readings, incense, colors, and music, it is the most theatrical time of the liturgical year, when each of us can step...
In the middle of a pandemic, in the midst of shutdowns, the politicization of vaccines, and increasing attention paid to the nation’s violent acts of racism...
The Mary of my girlhood was modest in every way. She didn’t take up much space or make much noise. Everything about her demeanor proclaimed sexual...
About a decade ago, my maternal grandmother died of Alzheimer’s disease. As her memory faded, so did her knowledge of her friends, husband, and children...
When Damar Hamlin collapsed on the field during the January 2 Monday Night Football game between the Buffalo Bills and Cincinnati Bengals, it felt like...
On my 25th birthday a few weeks ago while staying at my parents’ house in the Colorado Rockies, I went on a long walk with my mom around a frozen lake. We...
