What began as a way to connect with friends, as I attempted to describe the last week of my father’s life, evolved into a blog that functioned as an outlet for personal experiences. Because it was to be an “up-close”
Last night at our Wisdom Wednesday discussion, I recounted a story about one of my professors, Bishop Stephen Hoeller (a Gnostic
The other week, while organizing a Celebration of Life at the Center, I realized I had forgotten my name badge. Again. It sat on the counter at home patiently waiting to come along. I had a fleeting thought, “make a paper name tag,” followed by “let it go.” Which I did.
Had it not been for a re-read of The Four Agreements by don Miguel Ruiz, I probably would not have found myself ruminating quite so intensely on the impeccability of one’s word. All things considered—culture,
My gene pool has a broken link when it comes to inspired cooking, although I do try to give my meals some spark occasionally. One
What does my breakfast have to do with Emma Curtis Hopkins and a crew working in the street?
On Thursday mornings you will find me volunteering with a 6th grade class during their reading club. They take turns reading to me, and sometimes I read
I stumbled over a couple of images recently on the same topic—one was “Labels are for cans, not people;” the other was of a fellow growling “I am not a label.” Yeah, ok, I get it; I really do.
I love this quote! Not because it talks of “God whispers” or conscience, and not because C.S. Lewis wrote the Narnia books. I love it because
Lately, my path has been strewn with sofas and chairs. Occasionally, I see a few mattresses lolling about, but normally my eyes catch on the sofas. Perplexed and more than a bit curious,