By Susan Lilley As the official (!) leader of the Episcopagan Church of America, I find that the rites of spring are different every year. Last year, as the post below reveals, […]
Spring Rites, Despite Everything
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12 Things I’ve Learned from Living in Albania for 12 Months
Originally posted on Peacing it Together: 27 Months in Albania:
A year ago today, I landed in Tirana with my fellow group 17ers. My expectations were vague, and my heart was adventurous. To…
the fear of success (subtitle: wtf?)
Originally posted on the love story project:
I spent a couple hours deep cleaning my home on Tuesday. It started with my desk, which needed dusting and de-cluttering so I could sit…
ADVENTING–In Church or Anywhere
By Susan Lilley The longest night is upon us, my beloved flock (Episcopagans and wannabes)! As I ponder how to spend this short day and long, long night, I recall that last […]
Report from the Land of White Privilege
By Susan Lilley Last evening as I was leaving the local supermarket with a million things on my mind, I managed to miss my own car and walked a few cars down […]
Transformations
By Darlyn Finch Kuhn “A woman’s body is the most beautiful thing in the world,” the artist says, and staring at the canvas he’s painted, I have to agree. The standing nude […]
It Can Happen Anywhere. It DOES Happen Anywhere.
What it’s like when a shooter comes to your campus: Florida State University, November 20, 2014 By Catherine Frederick I had the lights out and I was reading on my iPad when […]
Cassadaga
By Susan Lilley When the clutch pops on the cemetery hill, I ask for directions and find out they don’t like to be called fortune-tellers. And here is the low, vine-swallowed cottage […]
Whispers to My Mother
By Karen Price Mother. Oh mother. Before I drew breath you knew me. You whispered (deep whirs) whispered my name in your sleep. When my father ascended from his pit of bright […]
Monster Mash: Three poems by Ruth Foley
Dear Bride How I loved your swan hiss and screech, your electric hair. I loved the ragged strips of cloth that bound your fragile arms, as if you could not trust […]
The Gloria Sirens 