Church. Sanctuary. Song. Joy.
Today, this is my church. This is my sanctuary. This is my song. This is my joy. Today, I am reminded that church is not a corporation. It is...
Purple People Eater Pie. Hometown Goodness.
Every hometown needs a real cafeteria, owned by neighbors who serve up home-cooked food from recipes that have been passed down and down and down. Every hometown needs a...
Comfort Food.
It’s raining. There is at times a delicate mist in the air, and times when the silence is disrupted by the tap-tap-tap on the windows and the gentle rumble...
Elvis’ Pound Cake. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Let me just put it out there now. I am not an Elvis Presley fan. (moment of silence and a quick whispered “I’m sorry” to my mom and my...
Willing. A word for 2013.
I am a hunter, and I am a gatherer – a warrior and a princess. There is something about seeking and finding and treasuring that has value beyond measure....
Hey Andrey, I’m sorry.
I first met you in 2007. The room at Orphanage #2 was crowded and stuffy, and there were new shoes everywhere. You waited patiently as each child was seated...
God the (baby).
The words were written in 1973 by a seasoned television news veteran. They are still as meaningful and beautiful today. Read them and read them again – and share...
Christmas. Stories.
love came down from heaven. love still dwells among us. love has a name. emmanuel. Happy Christmas. Howdy, and welcome to the place I store all manner of thoughts...
Peace of Pie.
Life is too short for self-hatred and celery sticks. -Marilyn Wann There’s been some good kitchen therapy at CasaRock lately – some “I can’t do much but I can do...
praying for peace.
A friend once shared her dilemma with me. She had a beautiful backyard – a sanctuary really. Flowers bloomed everywhere, and the canopy of the trees offered welcome shelter...
Lights and Baskets and Broken Things.
I snuggle under the warm quilt as the day breaks outside, and my mind drifts in a sleepy, still jetlagged fog to another world. The cold outside and Christmas...
Olga, the Transformer
Five years ago, the last Leningrad region orphanage was opened in the town of Kalozhitsy. The selected building was dilapidated, but that didn’t stop the government from asking a...
