Embodied Belonging

Candied Figs

It is fig season and nothing sits more embodied in my mind than the memory of…

The essence of pure joy in my earliest memory can be distilled down to 3 ingredients…

” If any in the congregation wish to receive the peace of Christ for themselves, to…

The orange juice was extra delicious that morning, fresh-squeezed sunbeams in a glass; the pulpy sweet-tart…

Heels on linoleum clickety clack like the palpable tick and tock of time standing still Your…

I don’t remember the first time I met Walsie, but I’ll never forget her. She came…

When thrown into a fire, magnolia leaves make the best crackle. I learned this during the…