Seven years ago this week I was recovering from breast cancer surgery. I had just reluctantly told family members, friends, my colleagues and congregation about my diagnosis. I had not yet started radiation or the five years of treatment which would follow. Actually, I didn't even know the treatment plan. I was freaked out, scared… Continue reading I’m With You
One of my supervisors challenged me a few years ago to name the best spiritual book I'd read all year. I knew I gave a strange answer when I said, It's All Too Much by Peter Walsh, a professional organizer of television fame. The supervisor cocked both his head and his eyebrow at my clearly… Continue reading Soul Clutter
Last week I wrote about friendship and the power of speaking truth to each other. I shared about my friend telling me I needed counseling to deal with a sticky, chronic family situation. I did not want to do what she suggested but I did. I do not hesitate to get help for plumbing issues… Continue reading Chocolate Grace
Today's blog requires you know the following: I am not good at admitting I've run out of resources, ideas or strategies for solving problems. I am overly responsible, even about things that are not my responsibility. I am also not great at showing how I truly feel about something. That is partially created by the… Continue reading That’s What Friends Are For
Twitter is such an angry place. Facebook can be. All news channels can be. The old-fashioned newspapers are too, lots of negative, lots of fear. The political rhetoric is outlandish right now. I've read that young people are becoming more and more despondent over the state of our world. I don't blame them. As of… Continue reading Think About Such Things
A black lizard with a bright blue tail was sitting on my open journal when I returned to the deck with my refilled cup of coffee. Later, Google told me it is actually a skink and has a venomous bite. Wow. All I know is that's not usually the kind of thing I usually see… Continue reading Wound Up
Sunday was a strange day for me. I spoke first at the 125th anniversary of the church I grew up in. They invited me back as the "Voice of the Past" which was very humbling and also horrifying. I do not know how I got to be the voice of their past when it seems… Continue reading The Long Game
