Letting Go
Death is not a tidy process. I've answered too many 3 am pages from the hospital to know that death does not honor anyone's schedule. Death can arrive under the stark glare of fluorescent lighting and the faint whiff of…
Death is not a tidy process. I've answered too many 3 am pages from the hospital to know that death does not honor anyone's schedule. Death can arrive under the stark glare of fluorescent lighting and the faint whiff of…
Happy New Year. 2019 feels so fresh, so full of possibility. Like new spiral notebooks on the first day of school—clean and open to creativity. You’d think with all our practice at New Year’s self-improvement, we’d be practically perfect by…
My friend would have turned 90 last Saturday, but instead of having her birthday party, we celebrated her life with a memorial service. I believe we are all connected, but my friend (She didn’t want her name on the Internet)…
Years ago, when I worked at Abbott as a chaplain, I was paged into the hospital in the middle of an icy night. Abbott didn’t generally page in chaplains unless a patient was close to death, and this patient had…
Before Siri, GPS, and Mapquest, there were the stars. Centuries of people have navigated by them. Harriet Tubman followed the North Star to freedom. Ships have sailed across oceans with nothing to guide them but trade winds and the stars.…