2012 in review: Some of my favorite posts of the year

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I’ll be taking all of next week off, following my final Advent poem tomorrow and Advent post on Christmas Eve. I’ll be back in action after the new year, but I thought now might be a good moment to review this past year. Thanks for sharing it with me…   In January, I made some [Read More...]

Light Your Candles Quietly: Keeping Advent with Mary, Vol. 2

An Invitation to Ponder   When I first started asking God and myself what it means to be a mother who prays in the midst of the chaos of life at home with kids, what it could look like to practice prayer when my life was not quiet, when most of my attempts at a [Read More...]

Light Your Candles Quietly: Keeping Advent with Mary, Vol. 1

"Light your candles quietly, such candles as you possess, wherever you are" -Alfred Delp

Vol. 1 – An invitation to enter Advent attentive and aware   August and I sit outside the ice cream shop on Clement Street, licking chocolate from plastic spoons and watching the bustle of a city Sunday afternoon pass by. We’re having an afternoon together while Brooks sleeps and Chris builds some bookshelves. I’m still, [Read More...]

Thanksgiving in their words…

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This is a repost from last Thanksgiving. But how can I not post it again?   “It is impossible to give thanks and simultaneously feel fear.” -Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts   “[The] dinner party is a true proclamation of the abundance of being–a rebuke to the thrifty little idolatries by which we lose sight [Read More...]

Sacred Touch

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When I was one year into my life in graduate school, I helped take a group of 100 or so East Syracuse kids to Young Life camp. I’d done a lot of work with high school students by that time. I was almost 24 and I’d been a paid intern with the youth at my [Read More...]

Downhill: The Miracle and the Standing Still

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I feel the dark sadness press in like a dam has broken, an internal stopper lifted so the water flows downstream, straight where it wants to go. All my efforts against it are like shakey, rickety barriers, sticks I once lay in hopes of keeping it all contained. It’s a virus that undoes me: Germs [Read More...]


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