If the veil between me and God is as thin as some say it is, why can’t I see any more than I can? In days past, my awareness of God was as straightforward as sitting in a confessional. There was no question as to whether the priest was present. I experienced companionship, heard movement, … More Eclipse

The Game

This is stunning. We are actually talking about the game. The game we women have been playing forever. For ev er. Game probably isn’t the right word. Maybe “tactical, strategic approach to life” is a better term. Certainly there has never been a level playing field. Certainly the ref has been blind on purpose. Certainly, … More The Game

By Heart

Cleaning out the car after a long week. Jackets.  Potato chip crumbs.  Water bottles. A hymnal. Oh, right – a hymnal. Buried under the clutter, I forgot it was there. It must have ridden around with me all week. I put it in the front seat Tuesday. I must have moved it to the back … More By Heart


Every Christmas I am reminded of the gift that imperfection can be. I don’t mean that I look on the bright side and make lemonade out of lemons. No positive thinking or mental wrangling is required. Every Christmas I am reminded of the literal gift (“Here, this is for you!  Open it!! Isn’t it cool?  … More Imperfect


I believe that, for most of my life so far, I have been the primary potter with my own clay. I have shaped much of my own destiny. God might see this differently. God might be giving me the divine eye roll right now. But it’s what I think – that, for better or for … More Clay