Remember you are dust, and to dust you will return. Ash Wednesday is always a sobering occasion, to walk around with a reminder of one’s mortality inscribed--albeit temporarily--on one’s forehead.…
The day is dark from thick layers of clouds and fog, and as my eight year old runs around outside joyfully he proclaims, “see how beautiful it is today, mom,…
Let me tell you, folks, getting here feels like a major accomplishment. I don't know what it all was, but this week has been a major struggle. I had anxiety…