a few thoughts
Why you need art
"You gotta have art" read the bright yellow button that my upbeat, energetic teacher wore on her...
What I learned about my relationship with God through my son with Down syndrome
His little legs tottered, yet he knew where he was going. In perseverance, he kept his heart...
What I learned about my relationship with God through my son with Down syndrome
By age five our son Connor, born with low muscle tone, loose ligaments and a chromosomal anomaly, had only been walking just beyond a year. Until then he sat at his dad’s feet, and with smiling eyes sparkling, he tracked every move, listened to every word, mimicked gestures, facial expressions, and scooted after him as he could. The capacity of a boundless love tore down the barriers of his physical and cognitive limitations to become just like his father.
This. Is My Holy Water
What brings you life? It's a question I asked myself for months on the heels of loss, grief, disappointment and the release of a God-given dream. Wrestling with the reality of knowing God loved me, but not feeling it....
Don’t Let Love Be Silent
Let grace find you, and please, let it move you. Tell me that you care more than a head-nod about people who live lives, not like yours. And if you follow Jesus, tell me you get it – that the cross Jesus was crucified...
The Heart of Disunity stands in two words: Us and Them
In the squarish mile suburb of NYC where I grew up, right near the western approach to the George Washington Bridge, its proximity to the city afforded me glimpses into very ordinary lives of the children of artists,...
Is every onramp to quarter life launched on luck, fierce independence and a good dose of angst…or was it just mine?
Dear 20-someone, The recently silenced soundtrack of another 80s pop icon brought back realities and memories of my own 20s, prompting my letter to you. So many changes are going on in the larger world – and your own...
Can a weary world rejoice … with cancer?
A colorless, heavy sky touched my face as I stepped from the warmth of the car. It jarred me into a heightened awareness of time. This was not the typical attention to my clock calibrating the hours or minutes...
I’m Not Like You, But I Need You
When the battle’s the hardest …it’s love that fights the strongest. Don’t go it alone. I clicked the latch on the front door near the noon hour on Saturday, and the quiet of the room echoed the holy hush of God’s...