Category Archives: OTHER

Confessions of a Book Smuggler

I have a secret.    Actually I have several of them.  One in every haunt.  If it’s a town I frequent—somewhere I lay my head of overly big curls more than once a year, you can bet I have one there.    Let’s see…there’s one at the beach in Atlantic City, North Carolina, one in…

How are the Boys?

“How are the boys?”   It is the question I’m most often asked.  It is a kind question, it demonstrates that the inquirer knows me, knows that I’m a mom, and wants to demonstrate that he or she cares about my kids.  Generally, I obey social convention and say, “fine.”  And on some level that…

Mad Tears: Fighting Insurance for My Health

Today is the first day that I have wanted to cry since I began fighting Blue Cross for coverage of the newly prescribed medication for my autoimmune disease.  Not because of pain.  I’ve done that before.  Just out of frustration.    I didn’t cry.  I was at work and there’s no crying in lawyering.  Especially…

What if we gave up the guilt?

Yesterday we at White Memorial Presbyterian Church in Raleighwere treated to the final lecture in a series of discussions about incarnational theology.  Dr. Marcia Mount Shoop, http://marciamountshoop.com/, has beautifully served as our summer theologian in residence for the past month and I am sad to see her go.  Maybe a little more so because she,…

Hoping for J: The difference between lightening and a lightning bug

  This was not what we hoped for when we dreamed of becoming parents, not even close.    “No!” he screamed.  His words echoed off the walls as his round chocolate eyes cut away from mine.  J flung his over-sized, three-and-a-half year-old body onto the floor, looking for all the world like a supplicant seized…

Christian Meditation: A Call for the Church to Come Home to its Roots

Mindfulness.  Meditation.  Stillness.  Say these words in a room full of Christians and the reactions are not likely to be (a) warm, (b) fuzzy, or (c) welcoming.  To many Christians—tolerant mainline Protestant Christians even— these words inch awfully close to the line.  What line?  You know the line.  The line between what’s Christian and what…

Cleaning House: Or psychoanalysis on the cheap

I have moved every few years since 1993.  Each move is an opportunity to ruthlessly rid myself of Stuff.  Over time I’ve noticed some trends that say a great deal about me– good and (charitably) less good.   The Rule:  If I haven’t used it in the past twelve months, it is trashed, recycled, or…