Can a Band-Aid Be Holy?

Can a Band-Aid Be Holy?

When I took Josiah for a stroll around Asheville’s nature center a week ago, I had no idea so much would happen to me. Who knew I’d commiserate with Sassy, a raccoon with a hair loss problem? And there was more. I didn’t even tell you about my brush...
In Solidarity with Sassy: Revealing Our Truth

In Solidarity with Sassy: Revealing Our Truth

I’m sorry, Sassy the Raccoon, for bursting out in laughter at your unfortunate predicament. I looked all over your enclosure for you, not to ogle, I promise, but to cheer you on and raise a paw of support! As a woman in my early fifties, I feel your pain. I...
Who Gets to Play?

Who Gets to Play?

“It was an AR 15,” Ben said as I lifted my suitcase onto my bed and started unpacking. Todd and I had just returned from a four day drive through Florida, passing ten miles from Parkland the day before the shooting. Ben had been watching the house, and the news,...
What To Do About All This Pain?

What To Do About All This Pain?

I love this photo. I took it outside a church in Bethlehem in Palestine last April, and it reminds me that God is God of all people, not just ones that write like we do and talk like we do and live like we do. It also reminds me that there are hurting people...
Why I Wear the Key

Why I Wear the Key

Sweet Grand Boy isn’t the only person curious about the key I sometimes wear around my neck. “What does it mean?” asked the tiny old lady in bright red lipstick as we both reached for the avocados in the produce aisle. “What does it mean?” “Your key,” she said,...