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Dear Capitol Insurrectionists: It isn't lost on me that "virus," "victory" and "violence" all start with "vi." So it occurred to me to wo...

Seems a very fortuitous time for something from 2016--the song at the end is a gem: Hanumas. No, it’s not a yoga asana. Or the name of a ...

My Inner Misanthrope cringes at the cuteness of holiday movies and for that I am truly sorry. I make up for it by weeping through my annu...

27 November 2020 So today’s topic is beauty--not of the “Ding-dong, Avon calling” kind--though I did get a kick out of googling their 195...

Years ago, when I was as green as baby kale, I worked for a small, feisty and effective arts organization. My boss was a Daytimer day pla...

You're familiar with those adjective-noun phrases that seem as stuck together as peanut butter and jelly: It's always an "utter" catastro...

You know what I'm talking about. You do. It's the "Today I get my stuff done. I keep it normal even if it is only normal-ish. I call a fr...

I am writing this column days before I am due to file it with my editor. That's unusual. And also--who knows what fresh hell may come betw...

Here's a tale worth re-telling. And here's the setting for the tale: Three years ago I was selling my house after a disturbing marriage a...

For the past two summers and not quite by design, I have taken vacations by myself. It's not awful, but I decided that for summer 2020 I ...

My poetry teacher when I was an undergrad--she, the ultra-cool Heather McHugh--taught that the key to making your own writing better was ...

How's your sleep these days? Are you sleeping like a baby or a log? Are you getting enough beauty rest, enough shut eye? Are you sleeping...

I am an ordained pastor in the whitest denomination in the United States that was founded by a medieval church renegade whose late-in-lif...

When I was in graduate school in Charlottesville, Virginia, I was the only white woman on the bus from my apartment to the University--"M...

(The title is thanks to Emily Dickinson's essential and wondrous poem.) A few months before my last trip to France a couple of years ago,...

It's Pandemic Jeopardy! And since we don't have any Jeopardy buzzers to press or enough PPE, I'll just list the answer and you can write ...

Before I became a pastor, I worked for a couple of magazines. So I am used to thinking about Valentine's Day at Thanksgiving, shamrocks i...

The hell if I know. Let's start here: The Hindu prayer goes like this: “Lead me from the unreal to the real.” The story of Lazarus is a s...

Those old-timey, old fart pastors! An aged parishioner told me that one time when he was a kid, he and a young friend ditched church to g...

During our Zoom meeting this morning, a colleague the told story of how one of her parishioners was out of onions. She said her husband h...