“When our grieving, demanding intellect surrenders and our hearts soften and open, the soul’s deep and gracious calls can be heard coming...

Sue Monk Kidd jumped out at me this afternoon. I was sitting quietly, listening for . . . well, I guess for a kick start to my purpose,...

The dark winter, our months-long tunnel, stretches out, still dark, still full of potholes and closed-off places, but I sense a...

I’m still waking up in an uncertain, fast-spinning world. A few days ago, the planet’s latest spin landed squarely on my birth date. And...

I’m tired of my own voice. It’s feedback sounds whinny to me because, I guess, that’s how I feel – tired of all the turmoil and distress...

A few weeks ago I was waiting for a phone call from one my publisher’s representatives. A look at my phone confirmed he was already 30...

Today is the anniversary of my son’s death. Over the years, I’ve created a special space for dealing with my grief during this...