Ashes In A Flash

Today is Ash Wednesday. More than 70 Episcopal parishes in 18 states will bring Ash Wednesday to the streets, kicking off the Lenten season with a twist.They’ll offer the Christian sign of repentance — a smudged cross of ashes on the forehead — to anyone who seeks it in train...

Sliding Doors Apr26

Sliding Doors

One of the creepiest mistakes I ever made was getting off at the wrong subway stop, at the wrong time of day, while traveling by myself when I lived in New York City.  I was making my way from Upstate NY where my husband (then boyfriend) attended college, to my home closer to the city and we...

The Experience Mar07

The Experience

  Growing up in a traditional American, Southern, Christian culture, my way of relating to God, was through prayer, church attendance, listening to my elders and reading the Bible. Those were the paths of connection offered. That is how we showed love, gratitude and need, to and for God....

New Eyes

It was sometime during the fourth grade that my ten-year-old nose was coerced into cohabitating with a pair of spectacles. At least that’s the year they began showing up in school pictures, little pink cat eyes that made me look perpetually shell-shocked. I hated wearing them, and finally...

Grace and the Superb...

I was born just south of Green Bay, Wisconsin. When someone asks me where I’m from, depending on his or her geographical perspective, I sometimes simply say, “Green Bay.” Because, let’s face it, who hasn’t heard of Green Bay? This place of birth makes me a genetic Green Bay Packer...

The path to quiet

I am a seeker and a questioner. I am a songwriter and a reader of some moderate scale. I live in a town where many make their living on words. I am drawn to those that think and question. I am drawn to those that while they respect and even have a fondness for traditions, they are not bound by...

Shut up and Listen

Last Friday afternoon I was tearing around the house like a bat out of hell, tossing things in a suitcase helter-skelter and keeping one eye on the clock.  I had an appointment with God in western Tennessee.  In a moment of weakness, I’d signed up for a guided silent retreat at a convent somewhere on the way to Memphis.  All I knew is that it was two and a half hours from Franklin and it didn’t take second grade math to figure out that I was leaving too late to arrive on time.  Sigh! Not the best way to begin my weekend of retreat from manic modernity to silent listening. Welcome to my world.  Too much to do – good things, most of...

Fear: The other four letter word Jan03

Fear: The other four...

It seems that once fear is introduced into the fabric of our lives, then it always resides there in some fashion. One definition I found of fear is “A distressing emotion aroused by a perceived threat”. Shew, there sure is a lot of room for interpretation with that one. Is there a...

Me Too Dec31

Me Too

It is December 31, 2010, and the world is hovering between the old and the new. Our New Year’s Eve plans were cancelled at the last minute when the hostess was hit with a nasty case of the flu. So here we are at home waiting for the guitar to drop on Lower Broadway, and reminiscing about the...

The Reluctant Christ...

For a long time when people asked me if I was a Christian, there must have been a puzzled look on my face as I searched for a way to answer that question. Many times the word Christian has come with so much baggage and expectation, and much of that I didn’t want anything to do with. I...