I don’t know where I heard this metaphor about grief: that it’s like a ball in a box with a button inside. The button is an emotional “trigger.” When loss is fresh and raw, it’s as if the ball and box are nearly the same size, so our trigger button…

I’m a people-person. Basically, I like my fellow humans and, usually, I’m pretty good with them. I’m good at reading a room, intuiting the various vibes, and finding an effective way of maneuvering through and with all the personalities in play. I always score in like the 98th percentile for…

My first memory is of my father.  It was a little over a month before my third birthday.   He woke me in the middle of the night, with an air of hushed excitement, and carried me across the street to my grandmother’s house, wrapped in my bedspread.  Years later, I…

Several years ago, I wrote an affirmation to share on a Sunday morning. It’s still one of my favorites: Yes, as a matter of fact, I am God’s gift to the world.And so are we all. I don’t remember what, if anything, prompted this. It reads like a retort, as…