Holy Doubt, Holy Faith, Holy Shit

I recently changed the lock screen on my phone to a graphic that says: “You are a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made from star dust riding a rock floating through space. FEAR NOTHING.” I don't know why this tickled me so much. Maybe it’s because it makes my too-big fear feel small and inconsequential....

I Can’t Keep Quiet

I am no stranger to organizing things when I see a need. When I was 10 years old, at my homeschooling co-op, one of the boys was running a "police academy" after lunch during free time. It turned into an exclusionary event where the boys - and those who were good at sports -- ran...

Questions: The next and deeper truth

Lately, I find myself thinking about questions. A friend's 4-year-old, in the middle of the night, recently asked her the ultimate important question: "Mom, why do wolves avoid peanut butter sandwiches?" How long has it been since you wondered something so fanciful? More importantly -- how long has it been since you asked that question...