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One of the twins was missing for a while the other day. Not alarmingly so, but gone for long enough that I thought to go and look for him. Striding around the garage, I saw him stretched tall on his tippy-toes at the corner of the back fence where the...
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Our kids enjoying ice cream on the porch swing. We are not on vacation. It’s the last day of spring and my husband’s off from work. The sky is pale blue like fine china swirled with bits of white. The sun has swallowed a...
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It started with a crocus or two. Delicate blossoms like bright purple tissue paper, twisted. Then, later, the daffodils bloomed. Just two, opening on a cold rainy morning that left them covered with ice, but they endured. Now dozens of yellow...
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Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link. Simone Weil I...
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“Let me tell you a story,” Estevan said. “This is a story about heaven and hell. If you go visit hell, you will see a room like this kitchen. There is a pot of delicious stew on the table, with the most delicate aroma you can imagine. All around, people sit,...
