When You Sit at the Wrong Table
Sometimes we end up at the wrong table—literally and figuratively. A funny moment at Wild Goose Festival reminded me that it’s okay to admit a mistake, leave, and change course.
Read moreMary Has One Good Hand
A Monday meal delivery brings me face-to-face with Mary, a homeless friend who is living with profound loss and now has only one good hand.
Read moreThe Name I Couldn’t Quite Pronounce
One More Time: What’s Your Name? We’ve settled in at our table, just me and this young girl from Afghanistan. I have to ask her name again. I didn’t catch…
Read moreCAPTCHA Got It Wrong About My Humanity
Choose the Things That Are Fragile I type in the message I want to leave in the comment box beneath a friend’s blog post. Then the CAPTCHA appears. You know…
Read moreSometimes Courage Looks Very Small: A Small Shift at the Airport
Is She the Same Woman? I’m at the airport in Reno on a Monday morning after a conference weekend at Lake Tahoe. I think the woman at the next table…
Read moreI Wonder If His Mama Still Wonders About Him
You see all kinds of people at the beach. Families hauling coolers and umbrellas and babies. Teenagers tossing footballs. Retirees slowly walking at the edge of the water. All kinds…
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