First, the Tomb

The rain falls steadily, beating against the translucent plastic of the skylight across the hall from where I write. It’s a drumbeat that reminds me that fruitfulness requires dark, wet days. Lots and lots of dark, wet days. Life continues to teach me that there is no resurrection without the darkness of death; there is […]

Rebel with a Shovel in the Schoolyard

I’m a newbie Kindergarten mom. My firstborn just started at the school down the street and I’m slowly learning the ropes of what it means to pack lunches, navigate new social expectations, and play detective to what my daughter does for six hours a day. I moved to British Columbia from Ontario when I got […]

We Have a Limitless Capacity to Love

Few people have shaped my life like my beloved Oma Toews, my maternal grandmother. She was a woman with extraordinary capacity and I was blessed to be a recipient of her huge and bountiful heart. Her capacity to love has instructed me all of my life. I will never forget the day of her funeral […]

Haplelujah, Indeed

I don’t often realize I’ve reached capacity until near-implosion occurs. My family and I had just made a major move: from the San Francisco Bay Area to Seattle, Washington, from blue skies to gray, from a comfortable knowing to what felt like a raw and callow Great Unknown. I was trying my hardest to make […]

The Space of a Breath

“Always, we begin again.” I imagine St. Benedict pausing as he writes down these words in his Rule of Life, and looking up at me, gazing intensely at me to see if I am hearing him, if I am understanding this most important of lines. He knows, I think. What it’s like to be a […]