Graced Transitions

My children are light sleepers, so when they fall asleep on me in the rocking chair, it can be a…

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,…