At Abe’s Garden, minds fail, and sometimes bodies too. Abe’s Garden is a memory care facility here in Nashville. My mother wanders there now, hugging…
Here’s something to make time for on a cold Sunday morning in late fall, battening down the hatches for winter… Postscript by Seamus Heaney And…
Found on the blacktop this week: beauty, chaos, relationship. Togetherness and pulling apart, coziness, grief, brokenness, comfort, joyful gatherings, estrangement, dancing. Seeking. The wind blows…
A boxwood blooms in my yard this November. Delicate white flowers rise out of its green depths. What wonder is this? On closer examination, it…
I had the chance to travel in Ireland not long ago with one of my young adult daughters and felt both the joy of the…
Anne Lamott is at her absolute best in her new book Somehow: Thoughts on Love. She writes about her usual topics – her difficult son…
The storm came through, as storms do. In its wake I found a branch nearly as tall as a man standing straight up in the…
The Universal Christ: How a Forgotten Reality Can Change Everything We See, Hope For, and Believe, by Richard Rohr, is one of the most thought-provoking…
Anxiety. Dread. Terror. Repulsion. The cicadas are coming for my face – soon – and I am not okay. My friend Google and the fearless…