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Hands, Feet, Tears
Maybe you can understand why I said yes without hesitation last week. My dear friend, Harriet, asked if I would represent the Christian faith at a Shabbat Service Friday evening, to participate in an interfaith grief ritual. “To come together, facing our broken...
A Happily Ever After Ending
“I could tell,” my sister said. “I heard it in your voice and knew something was wrong. What’s going on? Sorry I didn’t call you back last night…” I was still in bed the next morning. I didn’t know what to say. Or where to begin. Sometimes silence is the only way....
Being Here, Being There, Being Everywhere
This morning, I was tempted as I remembered the days when birthdays shared were about family celebrations in special places with special meals, and about being made to just feel special. This morning, I was tempted to go back and read an old Blog post I had written...