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Hands, Feet, Tears
Maybe you can understand why I said yes without hesitation last week. My dear friend, Harriet, asked if I would represent the Christian faith at a Shabbat Service Friday evening, to participate in an interfaith grief ritual. “To come together, facing our broken...
The Carpenter and the Caterpillar: When Hope Wains
It was one of those Monday mornings in early fall when I realized it was time to move on into a new season, but I wasn’t quite there yet. I was struggling. I grabbed at the minutes, wanting more of them, before I had to pack up my briefcase and head into the office...
Everyday Forevers and Evers
I wore the wedding band with the two words “and ever” engraved on the inside on my forefinger where it was a snug fit. I would check it several times a day to make sure it was tight and push it down if it had slipped a little up. It had belonged to my dad. It’s mate,...