New Paths

The other day after I hiked in the Boise foothills, I joked with some friends: Two paths diverged on the trail And I, I wondered which one Led to my car. New paths are disorienting. And sometimes you wander down the wrong one for a while. I made it back to my car that day,…

Bless Her Heart

I’ve just returned from a week at Mo Ranch, in the Hill Country of Texas, for a conference called CREDO, a program of the PCUSA Board of Pensions. If my clergy friends get an invitation for this, please accept it. It was a blessing of a week.  Here’s their description: A unique conference held in…

Women’s Bodies

Despite the title of this post, I promise it is not entirely political. But I’ve been thinking about my body. Because I’ve been running again, by which I mean I have been very slowly jogging for short bursts before my oxygen runs out and I collapse in a pathetic heap. And I have a love/hate…