Over the past couple weeks as I’ve been living in October’s “over-drive” mode, I have had a couple brushes with ordinary mortality. A seemingly healthy, not-much-older-than-me neighbor died suddenly. Close friends are battling with cancer. In the course of being … Continue reading
Tonight I am compelled to write simply because it was such an awesome, wonderful evening of class with my students. Just to re-cap: I am teaching undergraduate (BSW Junior) students this year after having spent the past 14 years immersed … Continue reading
I had been living in St. Louis for about a year when two hijacked planes collided into the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. What I remember most about that time, emotionally, was the overwhelming feeling of being so … Continue reading
The first time I realized that August 15 was the feast day of St. Mary (or as I like to say, “Jesus’ Mom”) I was sharing a hospital room adjacent to the NICU with another postpartum woman. She was praying … Continue reading
Like many University faculty members around the US, the last days of July bring with them a palpable realization that summer is drawing to a close. Those elusive three months of summer…you know, the ones the rest of the world … Continue reading
I have been immersed in oppression today. Oppression overflowed on my Facebook news feed, and filled the airwaves of NPR. I had a few brushes with people feeling oppressed before I could even get about the work of my day … Continue reading
It’s been a busy week leading up to graduation here at the University where I work. This year, I have served as an academic program director and as such, I was given five minutes at the microphone, as well as … Continue reading
There are days when brokenness is palpable. There is brokenness in my community of friends, several of whom struggle with the pain of loss and have been recently visited by the depths of grief. There is brokenness in the federal … Continue reading
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A tribute to the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington I stand, humbled, as I watch a woman, steadfast behind her walker taking each step from the bus to the stone memorial with the same determination as she did … Continue reading
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