Day: January 29, 2017

Called to dinner, together

A few weeks after our return from Alaska, I heard about a 15-year-old girl who had spent a week in the homeless shelter for teens in Portland… After work that afternoon, with my newly re-expanded notion of family buzzing annoyingly near my left ear, I marched out to the deck where my husband had started happy hour. Our nest had emptied four years before…
“Here’s the thing …” I began.
Within a week I was learning to unbraid hair and dancing in the kitchen to hip-hop. After raising boys, I was thrilled to suddenly find this brave, resilient young woman at the counter making waffles with me.

from the Daily sip: Bluebells and blood

The small sea of Virginia Bluebells near the river behind Thomas Jefferson’s home seemed like a carpet of baby-blue and pale green to me in my first year of ordained ministry with fresh, jet-black shirts, optimism and a brand-new cassock.