My story is not like everyone’s story. Not every child goes to a business college at age seven to learn how to type so they could become a writer. Not everyone had a second-grade teacher who believed that all children had stories to tell that were worth paying attention to. Or a mother who believed that whatever aroused their interest was important to pursue.
So Joshua fought the Amalekites as Moses had ordered, and Moses, Aaron and Hur went to the top of the hill. As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were..
I worked for 20 years as a parish nurse. In fact, for most of that time, I was the parish nurse at the United Church of Christ national offices in Cleveland. During that..
In 2008 I traveled to the border lands between Arizona and Mexico. This was a trip required for my graduation from seminary; an “intercultural immersion” experience...
This is the first blog in a series around the theme of “Here I Stand”. Knowing that rulings from the Supreme Court would be coming in the month of June and in response..
An international conference. Bagels and wine on the beach. A muddy boat. Polyurethane. Kibbutz. Popsicles before lunch. A song.
I must admit that I thought Easter was a day for a long, long time.
I have been to Bogota, Colombia three times. I went in February 1990, October 1993, and August 2009 but really, it all began, in 1988, when my husband and I decided to..
It started out as a thought - an unspoken idea: “An inquiry into the meaning of the words, ‘Spiritual Healing’”. It came out of my life as a psychologist where we talked..
