What’s in your Spiritual Toolbox?
When the first signs of green mold emerged on the railing of my deck, I grabbed a scrub bucket and sponge. Two days of scrub, rinse, repeat convinced me there must be a better way. Enter the power washer, my…
Choose Forgiveness
He sat on the end of the front row, choosing the spot, he informed me, so he would be out of the way. He had a heavy burden, a walker that was fully laden. My mind didn’t register him as…
A view from my window
One of my favorite vacations was sitting by a wood stove in New Hampshire—alone. I had a glorious view of the mountains, a book, and hot chocolate. My travel companions spent the days hiking, and I spent the days alone…
