The Art of Injury

I have great looking bones. Well, leg bones anyway. And I know that because the orthopedist wanted x-rays of the back of my knees last Friday when I went to see him. And I went to see him because I was sure I’d blown my knee out on Monday.

All this . . . → Read More: The Art of Injury

Crazy Happy

After a seven week break I was anxious about returning to the Lighthouse. Who would still be there? Who would have left the program, a year-long, faith-based residential program for women recovering from substance abuse. Would I still be as crazy happy about doing therapeutic art workshops with these women as when I . . . → Read More: Crazy Happy

Stash

It’s good to get away. To take a journey that is both familiar and unfamiliar. To be with long-time friends and complete strangers. To stay at a familiar place in an unfamiliar bed, eating wonderfully tasty food, but missing a fabulous favorite morsel enjoyed on a previous visit. And then, of course, there . . . → Read More: Stash

Generosity

We shared a love of long, dangling earrings, often sharing our latest finds before she took our order for dinner. Susan held favored waitress status for me at our favorite Mexican restaurant, one of those venerable places where a couple’s earnest conversations are accompanied by comfort food. But that Tuesday evening we weren’t . . . → Read More: Generosity

Different

I love it when a plan comes together. Especially when we had no idea what we were doing.

Each year our community of faith meets in a large tent for part of the summer. The routine kind of d├ęcor used for worship – banners, flowers, candles, etc. isn’t very practical outdoors. . . . → Read More: Different