Goodbye is Hard
From both Sarah Joseph and Karen Armstrong I think I expected to hear about something historical, perhaps concerning the underpinnings of our contemporary situation. Instead, the evening was a call to action.
From both Sarah Joseph and Karen Armstrong I think I expected to hear about something historical, perhaps concerning the underpinnings of our contemporary situation. Instead, the evening was a call to action.
Reading is an act of vulnerability. We don’t know how stories might change us. We don’t know what might happen.
My kids’ days are full of “have-tos.” They have to do their homework. They have to tidy their rooms, to wash their hands, to remember their things for school, and to help with the dishes. But they have plenty of “get-tos” as well.
When friends gave my youngest a kaleidoscope, I didn’t ask if they read this column. It proved to be the perfect gift, regardless.
The Spouse bought me a new watch battery and it came with a lifetime guarantee. Isn’t that strange?
At the end of the month, my firstborn is turning 10. A milestone for both of us.
Little people love repetition. They find comfort in their favourite game, or song or story, repeated time and again. And again and again.
Easter comes and goes too quickly. After Lent’s long weeks and all the services of Holy Week, Easter feels as short as an Ottawa springtime. What if we could take more time and think of Easter not as a Sunday but as a season?
As an adult, Palm Sunday feels different. I’m not sure if it is awkward because waving at parades is out of character for most Presbyterian congregations or because we know all too well where the week ahead will lead.
But the New Year brings, as it always must, a return to routine. Auld claes and porridge, as my Scottish mum would tell you, and that’s frugal January.