For every mother who is being celebrated, there’s another who is deep in grief. For every mother at a family brunch, there’s another who sits

We have all the content that we could ever need. It’s not content but context that matters.

A few weeks ago, I made the drive from Charlottesville to Richmond to spend a couple days at a retreat center in downtown Richmond. This

We live in a culture where we are, as women, are told not to trust our choices and our instincts unless it’s our maternal instinct.

The dramatic line lets people dismiss the whole concern as fanaticism. The harder line asks what sort of soul our politics is producing.

There have been many small deaths in my life. Moving away from our home in the country. Cutting my long hair. The final performance of

Some of my Christian friends find a parallel between Cyrus and President Trump. Just as God used Cyrus, a pagan ruler, so God is using

“Was blind, but now I see.” If only it were that simple. If only we went through life experiencing blindness (the problem), and then having

At our 20-year class reunion, one of the ringleaders apologized. Apparently, he had his own Damascus Road experience. Still, I couldn’t muster up enough Ananias-like

I share this story because in it, I experienced something true.

I’ve been thinking about this juxtaposition of reflections, one on the loss of laughter, the other on the loss of weeping. In both instances, the