for H & K & Z I have to brake hard at the light, and my right arm shoots out to the seat beside me. I’m not protecting a person, or even a particularly breakable item. It’s a cake. Wrapped in foil, teetering precariously on the seat. My quick reflexes hold it in place. I […]
Shame Is The Great Presence-Killer
by on December 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
Why have I heard from God? Why have I not heard from God? *** I was eight. Each night I got out a book of children’s prayers and tried to connect to God after my parents turned out the lights at bedtime. My family was falling apart that year in spectacular ways—in a few months, […]
Back When I Knew Everything
by on November 25, 2019 Leave a Comment
I met Ron when I was 19. We worked together in a gym referred to as the “orange bubble” because of the giant orange covering over the outdoor tennis courts. Few people in town could recall the actual name of the gym, but everyone knew the orange bubble. It was my first job in the […]
When You Trust The Struggle (And Not The Work)
by on November 11, 2019 Leave a Comment
Remembrance Day was this week and here in Canada we wear poppies purchased from veteran groups to show support. I’ve had one pinned to my shirt at work all week. Yesterday I must have pinned it on differently because every time I went to answer the phone I stabbed myself in the arm with the […]
Why I Keep Returning To Palestine
by on October 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
Why do I keep returning to Palestine? Why, for the third year in a row, do I pack and board planes and change dollars into shekels? Why do I keep coming back to this place, and not Zanzibar or Paris or Morocco? I remember a conversation I had once with the then-U.S. ambassador to Burundi […]
