On This Holy Night

When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. – Matthew 2:10 Tonight, I am home in the quiet, Mom. This house is old-fashioned, with the kitchen at its heart, like a farm house. My living room walls are gold, like yours were. I keep a garden, Mom, and I bake bread. I…

Ten Things

You have filled my heart with greater joy. – Psalms 4:7 This simple statement has squirrelled round in my head all day, while I wondered what to write. Finally, I saw a photo of David Letterman, now old and bearded, like some unexpected hermit, and I’ve taken that as my way in. Dave, if you…

What Lies Ahead

Be truly glad. There’s a wonderful joy ahead. – Peter 1:6 Oh Peter. The fisherman with the shoes. The guy tagged by Jesus as the rock on which to build a church. How about that Jesus, the punster? I have to wonder how he saw Peter, how ironically he might have been saying to Peter,…

Equinox 2017: Seasons Change

Hello again. It’s been a while. This spring, my mother passed away. My father passed when I was nineteen, just setting out in the world. Mom was 51 then, as I am now: 51, a woman who’d given up bank work to raise a family with her husband working in the Armed Forces as a…

Snowy Day Ode to Summer’s Cows

My friend Shelley just shared with me a lovely poem by Anne Sexton, Snow. If you know this bright little ditty, you’ll recall at once its references to, for example, God’s socks… Sexton also describes snow as being “like bleached flies” – how would one ever know? Me, i’ve simply never seen a bunch of bleached…