The February after Fred and I started dating in December 2008, I told him I was preparing for Lent. “Lint?” He asked. “Lent.” I said. “Lint? Like pocket lint?” I laughed. “Sort of … but L-E-N-T.” Lent and lint? They actually do have something in …
Last week was a hard grief week. It marked the one-year anniversary of Mom breaking her arm and moving to an assisted living facility. The day she moved, we got her settled by mid-afternoon, where she enjoyed ginger ale and an egg salad sandwich at …
By the time you read this, I’ll be on a cruise ship, recovering from North Carolina’s record-breaking snow. It’s a much-needed reprieve from only a month’s worth of winter, one that even a balmy 60-degree weekend couldn’t melt in the shadowy places. As much as …
On Monday, The Washington Post published a piece quoting former Facebook VP, Chamath Palihapitiya, on the “tremendous guilt” he feels over his participation in the way social media has dissolved “the core foundations of how people behave by and between each other.” “Social media is …
Mary Anglberger was my favorite babysitter. She kept me while my mother worked weekends as a Duke University Hospital psychiatric nurse. I must have been in third grade when Mary gifted me with the glory that is the chocolate Advent calendar. Amid numbered paper doors, …
[This is part of an article written as a post for Steve Austin’s Grace is Messy blog. Click the link below to read the entire article on his site.] I am a fledgling sabbath-keeper. Though I’ve written a book about it, embraced my 52 chances …