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Teaching the Gospel to Children: Grow Up.
On February 4, 2020 | 2 Comments

This is the second post of a series meant to be preceded in reading by an introductory letter. Please read that HERE.  Grow Up. “Children learn more from what you are than what you teach.” ~ W. E. B. Du Bois   “There’s a world of difference between insisting on someone’s doing something and establishing […]

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Holiday Visitors
On January 4, 2020 | 6 Comments

The holiday season–that busy stretch of weeks between Thanksgiving and the New Year–is often filled with Comings and Goings. Someone traveling somewhere and remaining for a while. Guests. Visitors. We had many. Did you? Here’s the thing about Comings and Goings: some are more welcome than others.  Please follow and like us:0

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Ordinary Sadness
On December 18, 2019 | 6 Comments

Recently I was asked to write about the empty nest. I’m not sure I can, so I wrote about Advent instead.

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Contingencies
On November 28, 2017 | 2 Comments

Lately I am thinking of contingency. Standing in her office, my editor reminded me that writing is a job just as ditch-digging is. The ditch must be dug. Must not also the writing be written? She is right, of course. The ditch-digger goes to work and digs her ditch; so must the writer go to […]

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Home
On October 12, 2017 | 3 Comments

The subject line of the email: “Stony Brook House.” The text was limited. Just a note from my dad, how pleased my parents were to come across the floor plan of the house my grandparents built in 1960. I think they lived there for a little more than a decade. By the time I was […]

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You Coming?
On June 23, 2016 | 2 Comments

“I only have six more months to be a kid,” he said. Out of the blue, just standing there in the living room. What was I doing? Passing through, I suppose, on my way to the next busy-ness, the way it usually goes with me. But I was arrested by the question, and then made a […]

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