Speak

Remember that reoccurring dream since eighth grade? The one where either all your teeth fall out or you need to scream and you cannot? No matter how wide you open your mouth, how much air your lungs can hold. Nothing. Somehow you know you have something to say that’s important, critical. Maybe it might save…

Honoring Your Inheritance

As I write this, I’m visiting the wild, west coast of Ireland, a green seaside village of Ballyvaughan. In the past week, I’ve been immersed in Irish culture—hilly walks through The Burren to ancient stone dwellings, rousing sessions of traditional music in intimate pubs, sacred song and ritual in a fourteenth century church. I’m not…

Owning It

  It’s a long story, but I have four cats. I’m just owning it, after 15 years. I still resist the moniker “cat lady,” and hopefully most of my friends and family members have stopped, finally, buying me tchotchkes with feline designs. I didn’t set out to be a cat person, I didn’t grow up…

Facebook TMI

Surely, someone is already writing an expose’ of the phenomenon of Facebook. The unlikeliness of “friends,” be my friend, unfriend. The absurd and sometimes surprising reconnection with very old friends, especially those from grade school or high school whom, especially if you’re me and you’ve moved and moved, you truly never thought you’d see again…

Pick the One, True Word

  Pick the right words, the truest words, the congruent words. Think about the receiver, too. Aristotle’s Triangle. Not too many words. Reveal. Uncover. Know what you want: to express? to convey? to inspire? to move? to push? to relieve? to share? Why are you saying this? What do you want? What’s true of you?…

Returning Part 1

I didn’t know returning to a Morganroth would create this strange place of re-inhabiting it and re-turning to it. Twenty years had passed. Twenty years. I do remember being 17 or 22, and I am occasionally and regularly astonished at how two things can exist at once: the fact that I feel exactly the same…

Passing the Peace

One thing I admire and even miss about the Catholic and Episcopalian churches is the regular ritual of Passing the Peace. It’s probably my favorite part of the service—up there with singing something I recognize and the notion that a cathedral (stained glass windows, arching gothic ceiling) simply forces you to look up from your…