Fuel for the long run of Lent
Last week, my crocuses bloomed brave and bright. Today, there is a 100 percent chance of snow. We’re in the slog of Midwestern spring, which is not really spring at all, but rather weather that teases [...]
Last week, my crocuses bloomed brave and bright. Today, there is a 100 percent chance of snow. We’re in the slog of Midwestern spring, which is not really spring at all, but rather weather that teases [...]
One in a series of occasional reflections on Lent. Traditionally, Lent is a season of preparation for Easter. But what does that mean, to prepare for Easter? Maybe you’re not even sure about whether you’ll [...]
I went for a run this week in the woods. The subzero weather has abated, and things are beginning to melt. But the path shaded by tall, bare trees remains hidden from sunlight, and still [...]
Today we begin our 2021 Lenten series. Let's talk about this, the strangest Lenten season ever, and walk through it together. What practices do you want to engage? What do you want to let go [...]
On a Zoom call with my long-time running buddy Maryam this morning, the day in between her birthday and mine, we looked back at a year. Would we have imagined a year like the one [...]
About a year ago, I remember feeling a bit of mild panic as I took the last container of Clorox Wipes from a now empty shelf in Target. Something big was going on. We had [...]
I’m a planner by nature. I live in the future, where things are bright because I’ve planned every detail. So usually by now I have begun making lists, planning how to cook the turkey. Brining [...]
Seven weeks from today is Christmas, and what we’ve come to call “the Christmas season” will come to an abrupt end. But when does the Christmas season begin? Most people complain that it begins earlier [...]
Photo by Hans Vivek from StockSnap Maybe because it snowed on Halloween this year, I’m suddenly thinking about Christmas. Which I realized is 50 days from today. Fifty days! I tell you that [...]
This is the first in an occasional series on empty nesting, or as my friend Tim likes to call it, spacious nesting. Outside, the soft pewter sky of winter afternoon spits down a thin, bitter [...]