Embodied: Communion and Pregnancy

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  By the time I was pregnant with my first son I was learning to pray using contemplative practices. I was embracing the liturgy. And I was in a church that celebrated communion every Sunday with real wine in a shared chalice. My husband and I had been at this church for two years prior [Read More...]

Advent Poetry Series “Darkness”

Darkness For Behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people; but the Lord shall rise upon thee, and His glory shall be seen upon thee, and the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising. -Handel’s Messiah (from Isaiah, chapter 60) Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear [Read More...]

Advent Poetry Series “Star”

Though I’ve shared my own poems on the blog before, I always find it intimidating and I fear it’s presumptuous. (Nobody comes to this blog to read my poems, right?) But during Advent (I know, Advent doesn’t start till Sunday, but let’s just pretend), every Friday, I’ll share with you a series of poems I [Read More...]

She writes a post about her hair.

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Listen, I woke up last spring with a wave in my hair. You may not understand the full gravity of this reality. So let me explain. I come from the plains. From people who have very little heritage. We don’t say: “We’re German,” the way my husband’s family does. We don’t say anything. We’re from [Read More...]

Guest Post: The Creaking, Squeaking Altar that Moves

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I’m thrilled to interrupt our regularly scheduled Thankful Tuesday to bring you some words from one of my favorite bloggers, Megan Tietz at SortaCrunchy. I consider Megan a kindred spirit and I have been so moved by her story of those early months of motherhood, which she is sharing (along with her co-writer, Laura Oyer) [Read More...]

Transfiguration and Beauty

Last year, I wrote about picking my son up from the nursery after our church’s Ash Wednesday service. I was ripe with pregnancy. And not in the good way. I was ripe in the “my due date is in two days” way. I wobbled, waddled and winced (in that order) while I made my way [Read More...]


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