Twice a year our country frets over the semi-annual time change between standard and daylight savings time. We have this thing about time. It can move too slowly when we are young. Too fast when we are old. Our meager effort to save more daylight for part of the year doesn’t change the fact there are still only 24 hours in a day. As we move into the months with less daylight, we only exchange brighter mornings for darker afternoons.
If there was a year when the whole world was ready to put up a new calendar, this is it. We have all experienced the fear of a virus more contagious than ever seen..
One of the highlights of Advent is decorating our family Christmas tree. We get the boxes out of the attic and carry them down with care. There are two huge boxes with..
It is the 13,959th word in the Tale of Melibee. Some call it the longest, most boring of all the Canterbury Tales. After scanning 25 pages to find the word “contempt,” I..
It is fitting that the scriptural lessons at the beginning of Advent are about gloom and doom. Prophecies about the need for change usually fall at this time of year as..
The calendar page turns to December. The tiny lights are twinkling in my neighborhood, Christmas carols are on the radio, and my heart yearns for the preparations of..
Our lives have been radically altered this year as we reflect upon gratitude and prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving. Community spreading of the coronavirus and..
November. Finally, it is post-election day. There’s a breath of Indian Summer in the air this week in Michigan, and my heart is lighter. I’ve made conscientious efforts..
So many ways to say thank you — a hug, a kiss, a handshake, a touch on the arm. Too personal, however, until this time of waiting out a pandemic ends.
Learning at a young age that my voice matters, I have been voting in elections since I was eighteen years old. Last night, I logged onto a website to track my absentee..
