Monthly Archives: June 2012

compline. 12

(Or, the liturgy of bedtime.) The Call to Bed Atticus, it is time to watch

ordinary time. 1

When left to his own devices, Atticus happily climbs on top of the table. On top of the couch. On the windowsill. On the bookcase. On the toilet. Mike and I are learning which silences actually mean RED ALERT. We have had our share of bumps and bruises, but Atticus is undeterred. Climbing is so […]

liturgy of parenting. 9

(This picture has nothing to do with this post, but look at my adorable kid in his adorable suit.) I have sung hymns without hearing them, have read prayers without meaning them, have parroted responsive readings without listening. But the words are in my heart, even if I don’t know it. I can recite the […]

saving my life. 1

“Our tradition of communion is one in which each of us, with our hearts and our individual personalities can come together in a new community. No one is excluded from the table of the Lord. This is the central message of the Eucharist. We are the people of God–and we are immigrants. Think of the […]

on being anointed. 14

On the last night of Glen East, we had a worship service. At the end of the service, my priest friend explained that we were being anointed to remind us of our calling as artists. “Beauty will save the world,” Image declares. They wanted us to know that what we had done all week was […]

yes, and. 1

I went away for a week with one carry-on suitcase and a big purse. Packing is one of my spiritual gifts. The only thing that I forgot was to grab a notebook and a pen when I switched purses. Who goes to a writing workshop without a notebook and a pen? Apparently I do. I […]

saving my life. 6

The first night that we were here at the Glen, three of us newbies stood to the side, nervously drinking out of our plastic cups of wine. We didn’t know anyone else yet. We barely knew each other. I was overcome with anxiety about this trip. I would not know anyone, I would be laughed […]

gently down the stream. 5

I am in the lobby, I protested. Your son wants a song, he countered. Parenting in the 21st century seemed awesome when I read Atticus a book over FaceTime from the comfort of my own room. It suddenly seemed considerably less awesome to FaceTime in the lobby of the dorm I am staying in. I […]

humility and hospitality. 2

Yesterday I got up at 4:30 and Mike drove me to Charlotte and I took a flight to Atlanta and then to Hartford. I then rode a shuttle to Mt. Holyoke, where Glen East is taking place. (I am at one of the Seven Sisters, y’all! They don’t say y’all here. But I do.) I […]

god be with you. 6

“It was a long while ago that the words God be with you disappeared into the word good-bye, but every now and again some trace of them still glimmers through.” -Frederick Buechner I forget every year. I forget that the school year fizzles out nowadays. I forget that students just stop coming to school once […]

mutuality. 7

Atticus and my grandma. When I was 14 or 15, I was handed a copy of The Beekeeper’s Apprentice by Laurie R. King. I have written about it several times, so all I will say here is that reading about a girl my age who could mentally keep up with Sherlock Holmes was a game […]

good things in May. 1

This was the fastest school year on record. I mean, really. How is it June already? How are we on the cusp of summer vacation? Insanity. Here are May’s good things. May 1 – Updated version of Romeo and Juliet at school was fun and funny. May 2 – All the neighbors were out to […]

saving my life. 2

This is what love does. It does not make itself visible but, like light, makes others visible to us. In a very precise sense, then, love’s presence cannot be described as existing, but rather is that which calls others into existence; for to exist literally means to stand forth from the background, to be brought […]