Caring for Aging Loved Ones

When I was very young, maybe five, I visited my great-grandmother. She was crippled with arthritis and bed-ridden and she scared the crap out of me. She said, “come here let me squeeze the puddin’ out of ya’” and I thought she really could squeeze the life out of me. Of course, I know better…

Memorial Day Gifts

A guest post by Rev. Shelton Whitman On this legal holiday that so many have turned into the day to start their summer vacations, backyard barbecues, or simply another day off, I’ve wondered if the original reason for the day has been horribly obscured. I was in a local store recently and noticed a few…

Free Spirits and The Sense of Belonging with Wendy Brown-Baez

This week’s post is a guest post from author, Wendy Brown-Baez, on her book tour for Catch A Dream. What if home is not where we come from but where we feel we belong? What are we willing to give up to stay? In Catch a Dream, Lily reflects on traveling: “Is it because I don’t…

The Dream Of My Home

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is made of love and dreams. –Anonymous I still remember my earliest dream. I lived in a castle and a winged unicorn flew to my window and carried me away into the clouds. I explored the world in safety on the back of my alicorn….

The Dream of My Son

You would love my son. When he was young, his black hair curled around his ears and bounced when he ran outside to play. He had long eyelashes that feathered his light skin like angel wings when he slept. It was hard for my son to sit still–he was like his father in that. He…

How Much Love Is Enough Love?

A few weeks ago, a student came to visit during my office hours. This particular student has been struggling with more than her fair share of life issues, and it has left her seriously questioning her identity and value. She had returned to self-harming as a result of the stresses in her life, and she…

Breaking Up at Christmas

One Thanksgiving I was excitedly making plans for my boyfriend to come visit for the holidays. He was from out of state, and we didn’t see each other much. Coming together on a holiday was a BIG deal. It meant sharing families, sharing lives, and sacrificing traditions that were important to us. The deal was that…

A Childlike View of Christmas 

I remember the first Christmas when I started to wake up from the belief in Santa. I don’t remember how old I was, but I know from the house we were in that I was about in the third grade. Kids were mean back then, as they inevitably always are, so I had most likely…

The Love That Heals Us

Around the world right now, trees are decorated with lights, precious trinkets we call ornaments, and wrapped boxes we are anxious to open. Music and food we reserve for just this time of year are shared and relished with family and friends. We hurry to shops and parties we don’t bother with the rest of…

Do We Love To Hate Or Hate To Love?

“I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love…