Lent 2013, Day 1: Ashes, Ashes…

The first time I went to church on Ash Wednesday was 2006, when a group of us from work walked to a DC parish that pretty much shovels people in and shovels them out on “Ash and Dash” day. I don’t have a strong memory of that first time a priest crossed my forehead with ashes. What I… Continue reading Lent 2013, Day 1: Ashes, Ashes…

Of Family, Acceptance, and Gifts That Keep on Giving

I’m fresh back from a delightful reunion with some West Coast relatives. The people, young and old, were warm and welcoming; the place we stayed beautiful; the scenery gorgeous; the conversation deep and silly by turns. I hadn’t seen one of my cousins in more than forty years, and was struck by how much we had… Continue reading Of Family, Acceptance, and Gifts That Keep on Giving