School of Love

It was at the end of a frazzled-to-the-bone day of parenting, when everything seemed to go wrong. I was rocking…

A Good Christmas

In a hazy afterglow after Christmas, in the liminal space between the years, when every dying spark of cheer hangs…

A Violent Summer

In the fading light of evening my son is speaking of butterflies.  We had just read the old favorite, The…

Love in the Ruins

A cold and wet rain has fallen on Kansas City for two days. I sit outside my usual go-to church…

The Holy Ache of Advent

“The lovely old carols played and replayed till their effect is like a dentist’s drill or a jackhammer, the bathetic…

Wounds & Wolves

Driving a long a narrow stretch of Kansas highway last spring, I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the sunset,…