It’s time once again to welcome guest blogger and advice columnist Pious Petunia, offering timely wisdom and incisive comment on the tiniest of modern ailments.
This past Ash Wednesday, I stood outside in the cold waiting for cars to pull into our Covid-safe drive-thru imposition of ashes. There were not
This year, the ash came to us. It floated down, almost beautifully, landing on our windshields, our lawn chairs, and our eyelashes.We coughed on it and
for Myrtle Takken for her 95th Year Grandma walks toward Easter one more time;I see her walking not toward church but trees—trees of the farm
I. “Those who stutter win, in the painful pauses of their demonstration that speech isn’t entirely natural, a respectful attention, a tender alertness. Words are,
Ash Wednesday is one of my favorite days. I welcome Ash Wednesday every year because it feels like a deep breath of solemn honesty. This
