The Sacred Resistance of Routine

The Sacred Resistance of Routine

The whirring of the coffee machine draws me toward the kitchen and away from slumber. My furry companion rings his bell. I hear his request and open the door, releasing him into his domain. I close it behind him and reach for the tiny cup filled to the brim with the...
The Gift of Green Grass Moments

The Gift of Green Grass Moments

I spent time in New York this summer, knowing that my father’s earthly journey was drawing to a close. I had the privilege of sharing a message at his memorial service, and I offer this adaptation to you as I take time off to grieve and be with my family this month....
This Is What Mourning a Place Looks Like

This Is What Mourning a Place Looks Like

I recently returned to France from a visit “home” to upstate New York, where my husband and I were born and raised. We spent time visiting with family and friends, and (like we do each year) immersing our kids in American culture, as it is their singular touchpoint of...