writing

  • Hope

    Hope

    On December 31, 2019, I had a lot of hopes.  At our sweet friends’ New Year’s Eve party, I shakily wrote my resolution on a thin piece of cardboard: ‘attend my first writer’s conference’ and then I paused and added something like, ‘pursue publishing’.  In the weeks that followed, I applied for and received a…

  • Opposite (All Hands In, Part Three)

    Opposite (All Hands In, Part Three)

    To know the definition of a thing, it can be helpful to know its opposite. For example, I know that cold is the opposite of heat, up is the opposite of down, right is the opposite of left. But what, dear friends, is the opposite of Catholic? I asked a group of faith writers this…

  • One

    One

    I had what really looked like a breakthrough on the writing front. A Publisher/Editor-in-Chief of a house I really respect wrote me personally, said he thought I had a lot to say and could help a lot of people. I was beside myself, of course, fully believing my dream of book publishing was about to…

  • Plans

    Plans

    I must have woken up on the wrong side of the life bed this morning, because at 8am today, I was in a bad way. Maybe it was the moon, or fatigue, or that late night chocolate ice cream the night before, but I woke up today feeling utterly worthless. News of the accomplishments, new…

  • Page

    When I was a child, my faith life was whatever my parents taught me. There was a loving God, and rules, and if you did the right thing, and helped your neighbor, all would be well. If my early-adult life was a house, I would have painted one room ‘religion’, another ‘family’, another ‘work’, another…

  • WReSTLe

    Write. Read. Sing. Teach. Love. Lately, I have been thinking that I am on the verge of something new. I am mindful of this hunch I have, and am open to the idea that I am being led to a new ministry, or job, or experience. If that is the case, I want to cooperate…

  • Write Your Own Story

    Imagine a day when it all stops. Your busy-ness, your worries, your challenges, your accomplishments, your fears, your routines, your possessions, any title ever given to you. Gone. What is left is love.  A bright warm light surrounds and envelopes you, and those who have gone before you approach with love and joy in their eyes.…

  • Why blog? Why ‘epiphany’?

    I spent some part of this morning reading the beautiful words of Glennon Doyle Melton’s Momastery blog, and it occurred to me that a central place to put some of my writing might be a good idea.  ‘Epiphany’ came from a list of potential band names that my daughter was helping to generate for a…