I was asked to do a one-minute reflection on hunting for Easter Eggs (!) this last Sunday at the Unitarian Society. (Of course, for me holding it to one minute was the big challenge).  Here's what I had to say:

Today, in just a little while, right here on the grounds of the Society, our children will be hunting for eggs that have been hidden by our Coming of Age kids and our Youth Group teenagers.

 This brings back memories. When I was a girl, we cousins had an Easter egg hunt every year. We ran like creatures obsessed, filling our baskets with treasure, and on the best years...NO ONE GOT HURT.

Eggs have been a symbol of new life since way before those "olden days". Every egg a perfect world of possibility. Every egg a reminder that life does go on, that the sun returns in Spring so the earth can birth her miracles, and many of those miracles are us.

New children join in the hunt every year, and so the generations pass. I like to remember though, that you are never too old to be looking for treasure, never too old to find a perfect world arriving just in time for Spring.

My friend Jacob called on Saturday night. It wasn’t nighttime in Manila where he lies in a hospital bed, waiting, wondering how much function will return as his badly broken neck slowly heals.

Click to read more ...

I am experiencing some great and unexpected changes in my life. I just came across this poem, which I wrote some time ago, and was struck at how I could have written it this afternoon.

Click to read more ...

I don't write poems often, but this one presented itself at the time.

Click to read more ...

When our boys were little, they were part of a big group of kids of all ages in our town in Iowa who were homeschooled. They were all friends and they spent loads of time together. This is a true story from those times.

Click to read more ...