Vacation as a Mother

Vacation as a mother means taking the nap I’ve been meaning to take for nearly 2 years walking on someone else’s cleaned carpet letting my arms linger a few moments longer on Nick’s shoulders Vacation as a mother means having a roomful of excited people watch Isaiah so I can sit by the lake letting […]

A Poem for Today

You are a sip of port wine. A faceful of August breeze. The only soprano in a world of alto thinkers. You are love to me.

Answering the Unanswerable: The Spirituality of the Body

In graduate school, I took a class called, “The Spirituality of the Body.” It was an intense course, and took on the questions of life. The kinds of questions that are so deep, so mysterious that most people gloss over them in regular conversation. Or, in the discomfort with the unknown, find a short-fit answer […]

The Power of Healing

You know what I thought about today — the way people don’t question or assume anything when the word “healing” is used. In circles of medical professional, doctors, even spiritual ministers, when someone is “healing,” it’s as if there is a quiet reverence for the process someone is going through to get back to place […]

Flashmobs and Dancing in Cleveland

So when I danced with Matt last night, I noticed that Cleveland news, channel 5 was standing by to capture the happy event. 30+ of us loyal dancers were waiting for our turn to dance badly and represent Cleveland the best way we knew how. The news anchor interviewed a family from Indiana who drove […]

I Danced with Matt in Cleveland

If you don’t know the video “Dancing,” you probably haven’t spent much time with me. Roughly three years ago, someone sent this link to me a of a random guy – Matt – who ended up going around the world (42 countries) and dancing with strangers while capturing it on video. The music, “Praan” is […]

A Question of Forgiveness

I think about forgiveness a lot. I even took a class in graduate school about it. “Violence and Forgiveness” was one of the most compelling and challenging courses of my life. It wasn’t the texts, or the papers. Or listening to how one Rwandan took it upon himself to try and forgive the Hutu militia […]