I get to write a monthly introduction to my church’s Faith Formation Newsletter, and here is October’s: You know how in the church service there’s a point when we silently confess our sins? Every week I’m like, “Shoot. I always forget this part,” and then I go over my to-do list.  Well, today I have a confession.  Last Sunday, as… View Post

It’s just that what happens in Autumn, the turning of the world, the falling, the settling, the letting go, screams to be described into significance. Or maybe it’s the other way around – we are screaming for significance in our turns, in our falls, in what we settle into, in what we let go of, and a leaf the color… View Post

The last Saturday in summer goes something like this: A few minutes before 7am, Jesse and Hadley leave for Traverse City for a soccer tournament. At 7:30, Harper leaves for swim practice. By 7:35, it is me and Corby and a house full of quiet. I make coffee. I turn on Coltrane. I light two fall scented candles I’d bought… View Post

Doubt is uncomfortable. It is sad and scary. It often feels lonely. But doubt is observable, too. If I can put myself in an observable, curious state, doubt will show me a story. Every day I read one entry from Daily Rituals: How Artists Work edited and with text by Mason Currey. Every day is another pep talk sharing how… View Post

A piece I wrote for my church’s monthly newsletter: Recently, I attended a bat mitzvah, a ceremony I have not been a guest at since 1989 when Mollie Bass had her bar mitzvah. Funny enough, I remember precisely what I wore and that there was dancing, but I don’t remember what my fourteen-year-old self would’ve called, “the serious stuff.” This… View Post