Last summer I had a fresh encounter with the bit of trauma I didn't know I'd buried from September 11, 2001. It was, in some way, courtesy of Father Mychal Judge, the beloved Franciscan friar and chaplain for the Fire Department of New York, who died at the World Trade Center on that day. Here's … Continue reading Father Mychal’s City of God
In November 2016, I experienced a profound call to return to Christianity, even to the style of Christianity I was born into. Since then that call has led in a specific direction – toward these folks: I’m grateful to have been accepted as a Postulant in the Order of Ecumenical Franciscans. Postulancy means a period … Continue reading What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
I needed something to do while I boned up on some music, so I typed up all the books I read in 2018. In many ways a satisfying list - lots and lots about mysticism and what you might call spiritual life-hacking, plus a nice smattering of YA fantasy, mysteries, and general fiction (that last … Continue reading What I Read in 2018
Death is the Engine of Life: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Jesus, and How Reality Works.
This is the next post about my Metanoia Season of spiritual renewal. Here's the full list of related posts. And while you're here, have you heard about Anti-Famine 40? For the first 18 years of my life I was much in church, and that meant the Episcopal Church. Ages 18-34, with some gaps, I was … Continue reading All I Really Need to Know I Learned in WE LIKE SHEEP
I'm at my new church pretty much all week this Holy Week, except, for work reasons, the Maundy Thursday service. When I first realized this was going to be the case, I felt briefly crushed. I've been attached to Maundy Thursday even during my time in the relative wilderness - since 1995, in fact, when … Continue reading Fortunatus
ME: Wow—Hacksaw Ridge and now Silence—Andrew Garfield is my spiritual director. MY SPOUSE: “With great power comes great responsibility.” That’s a joke. Andrew Garfield is not my spiritual director. Though if you’re reading this, Mr. Garfield, you’re awesome. Love the eyebrows. But seriously: following an interestingly mixed career that swung (sorry) from The Social Network … Continue reading Andrew Garfield Is My Spiritual Director
The night of November 8, 2016, I went to sleep. My husband stayed up to hear the election returns. When my alarm rang, I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He’d left a pink Post-It on the door. I sat down and cried. A few seconds later, the first coherent thought came … Continue reading Jesus Was a Refugee