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Wednesday: Ashes and Death

I wrote this post five (FIVE!) years ago when I was pregnant with Brooksie, now a little boy who is making some extravagant plans for his fifth birthday next month. It's one of those rare things when I can come back to an old post and can still say, Yes, that's what I wanted to say. It's Ash Wednesday. I hope this day ...

Embodied: Communion and Pregnancy

  By the time I was pregnant with my first son I was learning to pray using contemplative practices. I was embracing the liturgy. And I was in a church that celebrated communion every Sunday with real wine in a shared chalice. My husband and I had been at this church for two years prior to my pregnancy and during ...

First Day: The Holding and the Letting Go

For months we’ve been talking about this. This thing is coming. This change. When all the baby wears off and all that’s left is the kid, the child. All those years that felt eternal. And suddenly--poof--he jumps on his bike and rides ahead of you while you run to keep up. You take Sunday off from the book. You force your ...

To Brooksie, on his baptism…

This past Friday evening, we gathered family and friends in Philadelphia and Brooksie was baptized in his grandmother's backyard. It was the sweetest night, full of kids and laughing friends and a dear former pastor who came into town just to be part of this day with us. We're grateful. These are the words I read for my boy ...

Poem-a-Day Friday: Franz Wright

  [caption id="attachment_2679" align="aligncenter" width="350" caption="msmuse.tumblr.com"][/caption]   Today is a special day for my little family. Our T-Rexy (aka Brooksie) is being baptized in a quiet backyard ceremony at my mother in law’s house this evening. On Monday I will be posting the words I'm ...

Dishes and Litany and all that Beauty

[caption id="attachment_3386" align="aligncenter" width="335" caption="keepcalmgallery.com via Pinterest"][/caption] I live in the litany of the putting away. The clean dishes go onto shelves, forks and knives and cups and bowls. And the boys are waiting for their food, always waiting for food. I move from fridge to stove to ...

Fumbling Toward Alleluia

I slowly eased into liturgy. I was reading Anglicans first before I entered the doors of their churches. Madeline L'Engle so moved me that I couldn't imagine I wouldn't love to worship beside her at her Episcopal church in Manhattan. CS Lewis spoke the gospel to me in ways that all my evangelical Bible studies had failed to ...