I glanced at the window and saw my reflection. I was the oldest woman in the room by 25 years. Continue reading “The End of the Battle”
Last year, my friend Ted died from esophageal cancer. He was my seventh friend to die in seven years, and I was bereft. Continue reading “Knitting Through Grief to Gratitude”
“But now there is one more invitation: to let go of the last handhold-the handhold of the self we have created in response to the wounds of our life in an imperfect world-and freefall into what seems like the utter silence of the void.”
-Ruth Haley Barton
I knew these words were for me. Continue reading “Endings and Beginnings”
An enthusiastic teeny-bopper still dwells in a substantial corner of my heart. She used to tight-roll her jeans, wear scrunchies in her hair, create dance routines to Paula Abdul, and hang New Kids on the Block posters in her bedroom. Continue reading “Confessions of a Teeny-Bopper”
Take a deep breath. It’s okay you don’t know anyone. This is bigger than you and the intimidation you are feeling. Walk in obedience, this is where you are meant to be.
Continue reading “Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise”