Spirituality

Sister Rita's Thanksgiving

My dear friend, Sister Rita, SSJ, and I are writing a book together, and will tell you more about it as we go along. For now, let me just say I couldn’t be more excited about it, as the wisdom I’ve received from her over the years has been, and continues to be, invaluable. She…

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Homecoming

This morning I woke up and, after taking the dog out to do his business before the rain started, made up my bed, smoothing the linen cover, plumping the pillows, setting the lavender sachet among the pillows just so. Then I went downstairs and made coffee, and while the water boiled I looked out the…

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A Subtle But Important Distinction

A man I respect immensely — kind, caring, smart, funny and filled with the sort of humility that’s truly inspiring — told me a story yesterday that I want to share with you. It’s not really his story any more than it’s mine, but it is the sort of story that holds such wonderful wisdom…

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What You Were Meant For…

Perhaps it’s not surprising, given the state of literature these days, but I’m often asked why I write, you know, in that sort of, Why bother? What are you, a masochist? sort of way. Well, the easy answer is that I can’t seem to stop, and speaks of a certain mental compulsion, perhaps neurosis.  I’m…

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Heresy of the Table

It was a few years ago, when I was still regularly going to church. I attended a Sunday forum led by a priest I’ll call Father Robert (not his name, of course, not even close).  A fire-plug of a man, who might have made a good boxer, he sat at the head of the table,…

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So Ends The Silence

A month ago I posted that I was going to be off social media for a month, and so I was.  It was WONDERFUL. And yes, it took a little getting used to at first.  One of the reasons I wanted to wean myself off it was that I found myself far too inclined towards…

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My Month Of Social Media Silence.

Back in 1995, when My Best Beloved and I were living in France, we bought our first at-home computer, and hooked up email.  I still remember the ambivalence I felt. It’s just another way for someone to get into my house, I said. You have to understand, I’m the woman who once answered the question, What…

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Death and the next room . . .

Just as I sat here, thinking I should write a blog. . . but about what, about what. . . my phone rang.  It was H.,  my friend and Jungian therapist, telling me she’s sorry she’d been out of touch the past couple of weeks, but her husband, who has been suffering terribly from dementia…

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Things we have left undone . . .

I just came back from a terrific weekend teaching at the International Women’s Writing Guild 2013 Conference, held at Drew University.  The women I met were wonderful, and dedicated to writing. So that was good — as were the classes and the writing and the discoveries we made in our work and the new friendships…

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