Food Allergy Update

by | Mar 31, 2017 | Allergies, Food, Food Allergies, Journey, Thankfulness

I have several updates to the Food Allergy page. You know what that means, right? No news is usually good news, so if I have some news it’s probably not the greatest news, and in this case, there is something to share. There are two pages now (see above for the...

Horizon (poems)

by | Jan 31, 2017 | Friendship, Journey, Poetry

  Horizon: Drawing Lines If you draw a line there And I draw a line here What do we draw beneath and above ourselves Are we walking toward the same inimitable sunset If you put a tree there, and I put a tree here Can we rest under the same shade We see one...

Wise Men and Journeys

by | Dec 25, 2016 | Jesus, Journey, Life

  Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem, 2 saying, “Where is he who has been born king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” 3 When...

Broken Bread

by | Dec 13, 2016 | Advent, Hope, Jesus, Journey, Joy, Pain, Path, Truth

  38 “How many loaves do you have?” he asked. “Go and see.” When they found out, they said, “Five—and two fish.” 39 Then Jesus directed them to have all the people sit down in groups on the green grass. 40 So they sat down in groups of hundreds and...

99 Year-Old Stories

by | Nov 5, 2015 | Friendship, Journey

I’ve been walking by the river these days, while the temperature hovers between warmish and cool. I love watching the wind blow the leaves off the trees; the leaves are whisked in the water, landing softly, swirling their way with the slow-moving current. The...

Driving through the Hills of Pennsylvania

by | Jun 18, 2014 | Journey, Poetry

Driving through the Hills of Pennsylvania   Somewhere between Toledo and Leesburg I left them behind Driving through the hills of Pennsylvania Tumbling into valleys Pummeling east I see them approaching Catch them after crossing the Potomac The straps of the...

Ready to Sleep {a poem}

by | May 13, 2014 | Death, Family, Journey, Spring, Time

Ready to Sleep At the crack of first morning, the sun bleeds through holes in blinds, like a laser, hits my eyes. Wincing, I rise, smooth down hair, straighten covers, stumble on wilted feet. I am small; the world is looming. I am old; the day is young. The morning is...

What’s in Your Dash?

by | Jun 7, 2013 | Journey, Spirit, Story

She is over 70 years old, slightly hunched, with silver-gray hair and dark rimmed glasses. We’ve gathered on Memorial Day, to pray, to eat, to sing, to remember. Someone asks her to speak to our group. A spontaneous sharing. She has recently arrived from...