It’s a day for lovers, so I’m republishing a post from New Year’s Eve, which various technical difficulties prevented from distribution at the time. Want to improve…
We Quakers, seeking to live up to our history of spiritually rooted activism, often feel called to lend our voices to social or political causes. At the…
#1: Memories Me, five years old, all witchy-ed up, including a truly impressive grimacing mask, which my mother had worn thirty-some years earlier. “What an ugly witch…
I have a friend who is reading a book about healing old psychological wounds, and considering, with trepidation, entering therapy. “But what,” she wonders, “will I find?”…