Women’s Work

I sat at my dining room table this summer running massive amounts of thick grey fabric through the sewing machine. I thought of my mother and my grandmother before me. I remembered the work they had done for their churches on their sewing machines as their children and grandchildren looked on. Well, maybe less “looked […]

They Call Me Pastor

The week I got a church, some of my friends at seminary stopped using my name. They started calling me pastor, at least in greeting. When we saw each other in passing in the hallway they would call to me: “Hey, Pastor!” “How’s it going, Pastor!” “Praying for you, Pastor!” Pastor. Then, when I went […]

What I Learned from a Small Plant with a Big Personality

I am not a plant person. At least, that is what I thought. I have always wanted to be a plant person. I like the idea of gardens and have more than once ripped out the weeds in front of my house and sprinkled wildflower seed packets or sunflower seeds with visions of a beautiful […]

When I’m Paralyzed by the News

I’m sure I’m not the only one paralyzed by the news. I wish I had the words. I wish I had any words that would help at all, that would help the kids at the border, that would speak sense to an administration that doesn’t seem to value sense, that won’t be talked to. I […]

Transition is Uncomfortable

If the only experience you have ever had with human birth is the screaming, silly breathing, hand crushing TV sitcom version, then you might be surprised to know that it isn’t like that. Like … at all. I have given birth twice. Both times in an urban hospital in a high-walled kiddie pool with a […]