“The best we have to offer”–A thought on ministry

Last summer I went and stayed at an all-girls Catholic sleep-away camp. For a week. Honestly, it was probably because they were short on helpful adult-chaperone-ladies, so I was asked by someone who knew someone and then, wouldn't you know it: bam. A week in a cabin full of 13/ 14 year-old girls. Now, myContinue reading "“The best we have to offer”–A thought on ministry"

On my sister’s dreadlocks

Once, when we were little and playing dolls in the basement, my sister softened her voice to the quiet tone reserved for confessionals and told me that she had asked mom if she (my sister) could get her hair sectioned into the tiny braids that are then decorated in pony beads, like the hair ofContinue reading "On my sister’s dreadlocks"

La luna nublada

I was asked to share, at a meeting, what my experience in Philadelphia was like. So I wrote these jumbled words. Enjoy. ============================================================= The moment that sticks with me Is the moment, under the clouded moon, where they wouldn’t let me in to the gated-off city center, so instead I stood, shivering/ stranded/ crestfallen inContinue reading "La luna nublada"

Nehemiah was cup-bearer to the King.

Sometimes, on some days, I drive my car un-mapped through the city; I weave through Detroit free of any direction except for the basic understanding of north-south-east-west. Yesterday was one of those days. The air was mild, the sky clear, And I drove with my windows down and my arm out-stretched and my hair blowingContinue reading "Nehemiah was cup-bearer to the King."

On flowers and summer and Detroit

I wish the frigid, promised kiss of winter didn't accompany the sun of these late-summer days Because then I could just open my arms unconditionally to the golden, warm haze of these too-short afternoons. Today I got off of work, carrying a basket of supplies to my far-parked car. I smiled at the blue sky,Continue reading "On flowers and summer and Detroit"