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But we have this treasure in clay jars, so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us. 2 Corinthians 4:7 A petite Episcopalian priest and a divorced mother of two share one couch. A retired history professor...
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I had coffee with one of my former college professors a few weeks ago. I walked down the road to the little corner café and we sat for a while talking about life and direction. We’re both in the midst of a murky time of transition – his post retirement,...
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“I could die tomorrow,” I told her. “Without ever having pink glasses.” The sales associate looked at me with her head cocked, eyebrows raised and conceded the point. I’ve had the same small, brown glasses frames since 2011. I chose them not long...
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Hunt out bright blooms, big and small. Snip. Clutch in one hand, while cutting with the other. Feel the prick of thorns. Inside, grab the new turquoise vase with an hourglass figure. Fill it with water – a tall, cool drink for thirsty...
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. . . for Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his. . . – Gerard Manly Hopkins Long and leggy, doe-eyed, she walks with confidence, a gentle fawn, a young colt. He is all angles, sharp...
