I look forward to Lent. How is that possible? Lent is six and a half weeks of examining my darker side, a time of self-denial and of focus on…

Trees, barren of leaves and color, appear dead in winter. Winter that period of waiting, waiting, waiting, with our feet on the edge of despair, willing for life to return…

Two women sat on couches, feet curled underneath and warming their hands on mugs. “You should try painting. I heard it helps with writing.” “Poo. I can’t even draw, my…

Three women at a corner table in a cafe pray over salads. They discuss current projects and catch up on their families. When the coffee arrives, Ansley poses a question.…

Advent ponders Jesus first and second comings.  Thinking about God coming as a babe makes me smile, but I rarely think about Jesus’ second coming. Usually that comes to mind…