At my recent writer’s critique group, one woman asked her colleagues to critique some pages about a dystopia world in a Redwood forest. We gave her feedback, but I curiously watched and listened as several writers rhapsodized over the tree power they experienced among California’s redwoods. One woman said, You can walk among these…
I do not know when events on the church calendar became more important to me than other holidays. Perhaps the change occurred when I started using hair dye on grey strands. The Wind and Fire day of Pentecost happens near my birthdays, and the Holy Spirit’s story is a lot more exciting than the torch of…
During a three-day winter storm, I hibernated in a warm home, pondering pandas and sparrows. If you have seen a panda, you are indeed privileged. By one count, there are only some 2000 in the world. But here’s a thought: if you have spotted a ubiquitous sparrow, you are privileged too. Track with me on…