The Necessary Luxury of Slow

The Necessary Luxury of Slow

  “Mom, I never see you eat.”  My teenager leaned against the kitchen table and looked at me with concern.  I tried to laugh it off.  After all, the extra 15 pounds I was carrying around indicated otherwise. “Oh, I eat,” I assured him.  “You just don’t see me.”...
Advent: A Sacred Ache

Advent: A Sacred Ache

The baby’s wail rang through the church, reverberating through the air, an audible avalanche.  It shattered the silence after communion with such piercing power I was momentarily stunned.  The mother had already retreated to the back of the building—no doubt...