A Spiritual Lesson From the Salamanders
Over Christmas break, after the brutal winter storm gave way to unseasonal warmth, my sister and I made…
The spirituality of dumpster diving
I started dumpster diving because of free boxes. I live on the edge of Hyde Park, an affluent…
A Global Pandemic, Culture Crisis and Spiritual Solutions
My partner and I intentionally live simply. We have carved out, over a number of years, a low-cost…
Franciscan prayer for all of us: a conversation with Jon Sweeney
What does it meant to pray like a Franciscan? This question is one that I reflect on regularly.…
Lucy’s lament, Greta’s anger and hopeful action
It was a bright June day when I heard a sister lament. The sister: she is named for…
Ugandan faith lesson #5: hope
Faith lessons from my Ugandan family Editor’s note: This is the final blog post of a five-part series…
Enough or not
I live on the cusp of enough and dreamy desires; in the liminal land of paradox. I am always…
Radical hospitality and responsible parenthood
While driving home from church last Sunday, I watched a man frantically chase a public bus for an…
Old-fashioned trunk-centered simplicity
I admire my sisters’ tales of trunks. Long before I entered the Franciscan Sisters of Perpetual Adoration –…
The process of lightening up my living
A few weeks ago, my whole life flashed before my eyes. Well, maybe it didn’t actually flash. But, I really…
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