On the Death of my Mother

On the Death of my Mother


On the Death of my Mother

It was the call I was dreading.  The hospice nurse phoned during chapel at the seminary with the news: “Your mother has 24-48 hours to live.”  At 95, my mother had been in decline for about six months, and in rather severe decline for almost 3 ½ weeks, from just before Christmas.  So out I ..

Working Back from the End to Today

Working Back from the End to Today


Working Back from the End to Today

You can’t know what something means until it is finished. If you drive by a construction site on your way to work, day after day, you’ll see a work in progress; beams going up, trusses for the roof, then eventually walls, insulation, windows, shingles, siding, and then you can decide if you like the house ..

Earth Day: together with all creatures

Earth Day: together with all creatures


Earth Day: together with all creatures

I blog elsewhere about the adventures (and misadventures) of trying my hand with a small hobby farm. Most of the time, the joys and struggles of that life with some land do not intersect in any obvious way with my life and vocation at the Seminary. (Although there are hopeful signs that my worlds might be ..