After Thanksgiving

After Thanksgiving

The dishes are done. The house is quiet. The leftovers have become reminders. Reminders of time. Reminders of grace. The rush slows, but reflection remains. We start thinking of what’s next—December, Advent, Christmas. But something inside us still lingers in...
During Thanksgiving

During Thanksgiving

Remembering past Thanksgivings. Appreciating present ones. The table is full. So are our hearts. So are our stories. The noise of laughter and conversation fills the room. Plates clatter. Candles flicker. Someone tells a story that everyone’s already heard, and still,...
I Will Try

I Will Try

I asked the students in my spiritual formation class who would volunteer to pray a specific way in a room where we had gathered. The place was significant. I told a little of the story—the history, the purpose of that room. I thought it would be an ideal location to...
Remembering Ray

Remembering Ray

From the book Things We’ve Handed Down: Twelve Letters I Leave for You. Ray Michaud shared hope with me. As I’m writing this letter to  you—and anyone else who will read it—I received an unexpected message. The words informed me my dear friend Ray Michaud had...
Escaping the Fast Lane

Escaping the Fast Lane

I just read—or attempted to read—a variety of medical journals about the importance of sleep. The language was a little too deep for me. But here’s the simple summary for readers like me: sleep is our friend. We need it. Our brains need it. And not just long nights of...