I couldn’t explain the tug on my heart to work with refugees and immigrants. I just knew it was there, under the surface, staying strong through the years of raising kids and going to seminary. But though I downloaded volunteer …
Waterlogged Soul Care
Do you remember being little and playing too long in the bathtub to the point where your skin would start to wrinkle? My mama would always remind me that once the skin got ‘pruney’ it was time to get outta …
Soul-filling Life
Reality slaps me in the face on occasion. OK, daily. The reality of my situation is that a genetic disease took up residency in my boys from the time they grew in my womb. It grew, unnoticed at first, but …
A Passage From Longing to Motherhood
Eleven years ago, my hips and ribcage framed a small home for a baby to grow. But also alive in my cells were currents of memories and experiences from 36 years of life. There were sunsets on Michigan beaches and …