Hello! Thanks for finding your way here. While I envision this blog primarily being a virtual ‘room of one’s own’ for me to sort my often scattered thoughts and perhaps create some clarity in the process, I do like the idea of it potentially being a place for others to join me. Maybe you’ll just…
As The Storm Rages On
Let it go, let it go Young Amelia sings from a bunker below Sweetly fierce so all may know Her people will not be silenced Ukraine’s children, some motherless, flee While Russians who protest peacefully Are jailed for their decency Love is flight and fight against this violence Soldiers are killing but can’t call it…
Looking for a Lull
What a week it’s been for the United States. In a year that feels like it can’t possibly get any more surreal, chaos continues. While I will never claim to speak for everyone, I think it’s safe to say a good number of us are feeling pretty shell shocked and drained by it all: Pandemic….
“Don’t Take Your Ball and Go Home” Reflections on Home, Faith & Spiritual Leaders
I was born in Annapolis, Maryland and baptized at St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church in Linthicum. As my father’s time in the Navy ended, I took my first airplane flight at five weeks old when my parents moved with my almost-four-year-old brother and me to Eugene, Oregon. There my father would attend law school at the…
Fireweed
When I was a child growing up in the 1970’s, Smokey Bear was already a well established U.S. Forest Service campaign for wildfire prevention. Saturday morning cartoons were regularly interrupted with commercials including those created by the Forest Service’s partner, the U.S. Ad Council warning Americans, “Only YOU can prevent wildfires.” In between episodes of…