I recently heard of a young theology student who was told, upon entering class, that everyone would sit quietly for ten minutes at the beginning. This was unnerving to him, as it would be to so many of us who are hot-wired to multi-task, to move. This story hit home because I realized lately that… Continue reading The Sounds of Silence
Thankful for the ordinary,the mundane Mondays we drift through,words we won’t remember. Yet never forget.For lime green post its onto whichI have miles of lists to make, to keep. Thankful for that which annoys me,rain splashing against my windshieldthat reminds me I am inside. Warm and dry.For long commutes are our routinesand in each journey… Continue reading Thanksgiving
For some odd reason, I remember we were eating meatloaf that night. It was a few weeks before my freshman year in college. I had just created a moat out of my mashed potatoes and loaded the green peas on top (a family tradition) when the phone rang. Dad answered it and, with a puzzled… Continue reading Fugitive Fridays
Every year at this time, it’s hard for me to resist the aisles of school supplies. I share my love of office products with my brother and at least one of my daughters. I remember the annual excitement when the school list came out. Always there was the one teacher who demanded that we buy… Continue reading Oh, Those Olas!
I needed her this week. It was a particularly difficult week—a rough few days at work, the stinging realization that I have been ghosted by a long-time friend, the escalating issues in Afghanistan and, of course, the fatigue that comes from brooding over the rise in COVID cases. Melancholy prevailed. What I needed was my… Continue reading Where does it go?
I could hear the frustration in her voice. A while back, a student called to discuss a problem she had. It was obvious that her stress level was running high and the pitch of her voice climbed with her desperation. I was quiet, just letting her get it all out. Then she said something I’ll… Continue reading The Crisis of Ennui
I set aside blogging for a few weeks because there has just been so much going on in my professional and personal lives—all good, but hectic nonetheless. Part of me wondered if I would miss writing my blog and I have found that, in fact, I do. I miss talking to no one, while hoping… Continue reading Warby Parker Boxes
For every person, there is a place. A magical place—magical if only because it is yours. So begins my novel, Mt. Moriah’s Wake. Many people have asked me what the book is about. What a difficult question to answer, for it’s about so many things. It’s about love—that exhilarating feeling of finding a special person,… Continue reading Welcome to Mt. Moriah
It was a pilgrimage many years in the making. My recent weekend in Jackson, Mississippi included a trip to the famous Southern author Eudora Welty’s home. There in her immaculate garden I made my apologies. You see, my first exposure to Eudora was when I was assigned to enter a humorous interpretation of Welty’s “Why… Continue reading Eudora and Me
This past Sunday my brother Jim retired from 45 years as a Methodist minister. During the course of his career, he pastored nine different congregations. I wonder how many infants he’s held and whether he feels old thinking that some of those babies are now middle aged. The Methodist church has a storied history of… Continue reading Circuit Rider