Category: Woundedness

  • On the first Christmas, the angel of the Lord appeared to the shepherds, assuring them, “I bring you tidings of great joy;” news bringing them not an ephemeral experience of happiness, but a deep, abiding experience of peace and an assurance of God’s love. “Joy is the air Christians breathe,” Pope Francis has said, and…

  • One of the things I love about my home is the small library created for me by my husband, a giftedcarpenter.  Whitewashed shelves and crown molding wrap around three walls, giving me a lovely place to house my oversized collection of books. Over the years, it seems I have developed a habit of writing notes,…

  • On a recent fast food run, my son brought home a bag of tacos and more than a few packages of spicy condiments.  As I tore open a package I noticed the words: Sauce responsibly. I have to admit, I chuckled, having on more than one occasion been irresponsible with the jalapeno pepper sauce. Wow.…

  • Ten years ago, I was diagnosed with serious clinic depression. I was in crisis. For some reason I felt compelled, from the first day of my realization that something was wrong, to keep a journal of the journey that would take place during the next four years.  It seemed strange, since, though I am a…

  • Each spring my backyard becomes home to a host of critters who are a continual source of delight to ,  me. For the past two years my favorite has been the hyperactive squirrel who seemed to rejoice, in his own squirrel way, in being alive. He had a penchant for sliding across canvas awnings, swinging…