Last Sunday, not long after slipping into a pew in Peterborough, I watched my husband prepare communion – as I have on many previous Sundays.  This time, however, my ears pricked up as he said, hands held high with host,…

Mother Nature apparently shares my interest in things colliding, because, as I write, we’re about to get walloped with Hurricane Sandy from the South Meets Winter Storm from the West Meets Arctic Chill from the North.   Maybe, by the time…

Years ago, when a classmate of mine at Bread Loaf was trying to explain his reason for not having a paper ready, he said something to the professor like “The air traffic controllers’ strike really bums me out.”  I wish…

So I’m guessing that if Jesus did in fact have a wife, she would have had to do a lot of moving around; so much, in fact, that she probably was late with a blog entry once in a while,…

I know that many of you are probably hoping to hear what it’s been like for the Bishop Coadjutor (can you tell if I spelled that right?) up in his new office, but it’s just too soon – and would…

This week I’m doing something unusual – posting an essay I wrote two years ago.  As I watched my husband pack up his things to begin his new position in New Hampshire, I realized that there was at least one…

I’m feeling a little nostalgic this week — about our 18 year-old daughter who is pushing off from home and, silly as it might sound, about this nine month old blog, too.  The former child runs on strong legs and…

Is it ever better to go backwards than forwards?  This has been a question swinging up and down, back and forth, hither and yon in my mind over the past week. If the Consecration made our summer a bit unusual,…

OK, so this better be good.  I can’t promise you anything, really, except that it will be true.  And that I’ll finally be able to work in the Olympics next time. During our 21 years of marriage, there has never been…