The Purpose of Pain (and pain-free #kitchentherapy with wine)
This week, #kitchentherapy takes on pain and soothes it by wining a lot. Yes, there’s wine in the meal and wine in the dessert and wine with your bread...
What Do We Say to a Kid in Kenya?
My friend Mindy and I finished teaching the kids at a school in a remote Kenyan village, and then asked, "Do you have any questions you'd like to ask...
Light (Christmas)
Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light. (Helen Keller) What came into existence was Life, and the Life was Light to live...
Joy (Advent)
A tiny bird named Benjamin Tit is sharing the secret of joy today - a tiny bird made from a tree that smells like roses when it's being cut...
Peace (Advent)
And when it's all a blur, you are the hard line
In the disorder, you are the peace sign.
Advent: PEACE is the story of a turquoise doorway on a remote...
Love (Advent)
It was sweet Miss Mary from Jamaica who taught me that sign language is indeed that – a language all its own. It is not merely an accommodation or...
Hope (Advent)
The heart rests on two picture books, the glow of a candle calling out its design. It was a treasure found in Kenya on one of my latest journeys....
Today, Tomorrow, and Every Tomorrow. Please don’t forget this.
This might someday be in a "for you, love" prayer journal, along with a lovely illustration and a prayer. But I want you to have it today because, if...
Be Kind to You – and #kitchentherapy for a big, beautiful BFD
Happy Monday! It's World Kindness Day. It's been an officially observed day since 1998, when a group of nonprofits thought it would be nice to focus on what’s good...
What’s Communion, anyway? plus #kitchentherapy with wine (and a Freckled Frosé)
At CasaRock, communion is more than Sunday mornings and the liturgy we love at Church of the Cross. On Sunday nights, we gather, we yield, we receive at the...
“It’s right here. With you. God with you.”
Every time we see each other, Sister Edith and I laugh. Our lives may look strikingly different, but we are alike in so many ways. We are independent and...
Here’s to Us
I hear the tap on the door. “Hey there, you ready?”
“Just a second,” I mumble, under a mass of blue and white floral. “I’m trapped in my dress.”
He smiles...
