As a little girl, I relished stories – picture books and piles of novels, my grandparents’ tales around the table. I knew then, as now, that stories are one of life’s most profound ways to understand love, grab hold of deeper truths and recognize our common ground.
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On Tuesday, the sun shone with purpose, and you noted the burlap ground cover and vibrant blue sky. You found yourself standing in that Narnian place of seasons embracing. That holy wrenching mingling of the now and not yet. Just a few days later, the winds whipped...read more
In a week, we're presented with so many opportunities to live out what we believe. Or not. As I'm learning more all the time, some of the habituated responses in my own life make change difficult. My body responds by memory. I'm literally working to forge new paths...read more
We are on the third (or maybe fourth) leg of our afternoon school pick-up, which means "Lala," Clementine and I have been sitting in the minivan for a while now. Big sister "J" should arrive any moment with her middle school carpool. From our waiting spot, back at the...read more