The Vestments of Home

When I was preparing for ordination, my mentor took me shopping for a very special gift – a clerical robe. The one we found is angelic; white with lace trim and it fits me to a T (unless I’m pregnant). She didn’t have to buy me such a gift, but she did. And my clerical … Continue reading The Vestments of Home


Me and my son, Joe, on his 6th birthday last year...just before everything shut down. I didn’t know if I’d ever become a mother. It’s strange to write it now; “mother” is so much at the core of my identity. But I think that’s what I feared – and sometimes we fear the things we … Continue reading 3/11