Women of the ELCA Blog
I’m at that thrilling stage between books: the time when I select the author I’ll spend my next several weeks with. (I’m a slow reader, slipping into bed, taking up my book, and soon listening to my own soft snoring.)
This New Year, I made an irresolute resolution to read more nonfiction, though I prefer to immerseRead More »
And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? (Matthew 6:27)
At 85, my mom had her knee replaced and is getting around fairly well. She needs the other one done, and otherRead More »
A beloved Chicago Tribune columnist, a Southerner like me, bless her heart, presented a one-word challenge recently: Pick a word that will “guide you through the coming year.” Because it did not originate with her, I feel perfectly comfortable borrowing the idea and sharing it with you.
Tribune columnist Mary Schmich’sRead More »
Recently, I had the luxury of spending two weeks alone when my husband immersed himself in Ecuadorian culture. I’m happy to report that I survived and even thrived during my two weeks sans spouse. Sure, we talked on the phone daily, and the truth is I wouldn’t feel my time alone wasRead More »
I’ve said some mighty cruel words about poetry in my adult life. Still, as a 16-year-old, I wrote a lot of it. (What teen didn’t?) I was in love many times back then, and paper, pen and poetry was my release. The thought of those verses today makes my face blaze. (Though IRead More »
I am an introvert. Sometimes that surprises people because I’m not a reticent introvert who hides behind walls to avoid people. (Though I have done that.) I used to claim I didn’t like people, but that’s not true. I do like people…as long as lengthy conversations aren’t involved.
This means I cherish Facebook andRead More »
Recently our pastor asked us on Facebook to name Black women we admire who are still alive. Responses poured in and she mentioned them in her sermon. The names included media moguls like Oprah Winfrey, political activists and authors like Angela Davis, Tony Morrison and MichelleRead More »
The other day my husband and I were walking down the sidewalk in my neighborhood. I’m no spring chicken and he’s 10 years older. A young mother with a child on each hand came walking toward us. One of us was going to have to step aside; preferably all of us would make theRead More »