Jack—the whole, human mess of him—brings me face to face with the problem of being tolerant vs. standing up for myself as a woman.
The Problem with Jack
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The Starlight in My Soul’s Dark Night
Dark nights happen to some and not others, and only God knows why. St. John of the Cross called it a holy experience. Tell that to my priest, I wanted to say. Tell it to my husband, who still mourns the “nice Christian girl” he thought he married.
The Church Inside Myself (That I Didn’t Know Was There)
Meditation is one of those things that has always been for other people. Patchouli-toothpaste white people with rustic-but-pricey cedar furniture and mandala wall hangings. People who "study" Japanese cooking. People with gurus and lots of time on their hands.
2017: The Year of the Pilgrim
In spite of my best efforts, I am just not a secular person. I'm fascinated by religion, drawn irresistibly toward its ceremonies and symbolism like a moth to the flickering heart of a votive.
The Ho-Hum Christmas Blues
Whatever the reason, I've turned into one of those adults who were incomprehensible to me as a child: one who's ambivalent about Christmas.
In Which I Meditate Upon Trees and Grasp at Hopefulness in Spite of the Impending Election and My Own Personal Problems
Yesterday my husband and I planted a tree. It seemed like a hopeful thing to do in these uncertain and disheartening times. I felt all spiritual about it, I won’t lie. I am a person who hugs trees. I’ve hugged them on hiking trails and in my own backyard. As a human, there’s little else … Continue reading In Which I Meditate Upon Trees and Grasp at Hopefulness in Spite of the Impending Election and My Own Personal Problems
What Does it Mean to Be a Christian?
A couple of days ago a co-worker asked me if I were Christian and I didn’t know how to answer.
