Does the story of Mary and Martha bother anyone else? Honestly, for much of my life I’ve had a hard time understanding what exactly I’m supposed to take from the story. I’m not obviously the Martha or the Mary —… Continue Reading →
Among my lettuce seedlings, tiny weeds had sprung up — they were intertwined with the fragile lettuce leaves, and I could not get my fingers in there skillfully enough to remove the weeds. But finally, when the seedlings were large… Continue Reading →
A few months ago, while we were back in the States for the holidays, a dear friend asked me how I thought I had changed since moving to Australia. We have been gone almost two years, time enough for change… Continue Reading →
I’ve been spinning my wheels for a couple of months now. A year ago, I would have told you that I was pretty good at parenting, that while far from perfect, I had good theology and good practice and that,… Continue Reading →
I died at the tender age of four. I stood at the front of the sanctuary, the first of my sisters in line next to my parents, all of us dressed in our Sunday best. As much as our parents… Continue Reading →
There’s a pile in my closet: a skirt too small, a shirt too stained, pants too… Continue Reading →
And the whole congregation of the people of Israel grumbled against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness, and the people of Israel said to them, “Would that we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of… Continue Reading →
Tonight I swept, for the third time today, the dining room and kitchen floors. First I used our large, angled broom to gather the food, both crumbs and larger chunks thrown from the high chair; the shavings of colored pencils… Continue Reading →
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