The Hope of Advent

I wrote this poem in 2018, imagining the moment when Mary, the mother of Christ, arrived and baby John leapt for joy in his mother's belly. I wrote it long before anyone had ever heard of Covid-19. The world was already in pain, though, grieving death and injustice on the streets and in the courts...

Oh Come, Oh Come

As a child, we never celebrated Christmas. Well, let me clarify that. We had a Christmas tree and all kinds of tinsel. We also received Christmas gifts and sang about Santa Claus. But we never celebrated Jesus. It was a purely secular holiday for us. The church tradition in which I grew up believed celebrating... Continue Reading →

Oh, to be Young!

There is a young woman at my church who makes me smile every time I see her. She is not just beautiful, she is strong. Tall, model-status lovely, smart, and full of life. It was my honor to host her 18th birthday party here at Autumn House. They danced, sang, swam and laughed the night... Continue Reading →

A Christening of Sorts

"You can say no," she said. "But I want to throw my nephew a surprise party and I was wondering if we could use your house." It was an easy yes. We have a big, spacious home with a pool along with a pool house that just screams to be used for parties. When the... Continue Reading →

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