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...]

Some Spiritual Influences: A Thankful Tuesday Thanksgiving Post

There was Linda who spoke Jesus with her voice and with the way she stood beside us on the playground. How she whispered words of salvation and forgiveness and life. How she spoke a language saved for seven-year-olds. Then Alan and those years when he was always present, always aware. There were the conversations: The one [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...]

Jesus in Real Life: Halloween and Death and Celebrating the Saints

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“Why is it called Halloween, Mom?” We’re driving to preschool. This is the time of day when August asks all the good questions. “Ummmm…” I say. I say that a lot. See the thing is he wants a real answer. He wants the history and the reasoning. If he knew the word ‘etymology,’ he’d want [Read More...]

Poem-a-Day Friday: Linda Hogan

Last night I had a phone conversation with a friend from Austin: a sophomore in college, a girl I adore, a dear soul who has been battling cancer for the past few years. She texted me while I fed the boys their dinner. She asked if we could talk that night. Oh, I dreaded that [Read More...]

My big, scary moving fears (or, when God gives the good gifts)

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I cried when we found out we were moving to San Francisco. I cried because we’d never be able to get August into a preschool in this crammed city packed with kids on waiting lists since their days in-utero. I cried because I had finally been able to afford a babysitter a few days a [Read More...]


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