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December 17, 2018

Rain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body.

It made me reflect on the dark days more than 2,000 years ago. The world was not at its finest when baby Jesus came into the world. He had picked the t...

June 4, 2018

I remember when working toward becoming a mental health counselor, I heard a professor say, “You can only go as deep with a client as you have been yourself. Be grateful for your wounds....”

At the time, of course, I’m never grateful.

Grateful comes later when I’m not tr...

November 20, 2017

I have been plotting and planning with a granddaughter about her dad’s birthday.

Thinking about his birthday led me in the opposite direction: toward mothering. His birth changed my life!

Surely that is normal.

Last week my hairdresser showed me a photo of her granddaught...

April 24, 2017

When two or more things have happened at one time, I am surprised. I use to call them happenstances, flukes, coincidences. I might have said “uncanny,” noting the timing, the inexplicable. Then I’d dismiss the incident.

No more. I now call them God-incidents.

On Easter S...

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