Ms. P.L. Travers is not an easy woman to like—except, maybe, as a dramatic (and at times comedic) foil...
Children
Jesus Is Not a Caulking Gun+
It had been a great Christmas, according to my daughter. But something, she said, was missing. I smiled across the...
A Time for Everything+
The teacher’s comment about my child — whom I’ll call Pat, to protect the easily embarrassed — surprised me. “Pat’s...
Advent for Ignoramuses+
I could have called this “Advent for Dummies,” but I’m not writing for dummies, and I might be hassled for...
Surf’s Up, Dad’s Down+
There are waves breaking out front. I can hear them from my house. It has been flat out there for...
God in the Mystery+
If it weren’t for the mystery of our faith, and my feeling God’s presence in the mystery, I’m not sure...
Road Trip to Narnia+
You know you’re on a long road trip when, on day 3, you find yourself singing with the music, “I...
Yes, I’m Seeing Someone+
Six years ago, I stood in a softly carpeted hallway with my hand resting on a cold doorknob. I was...
Bullies in Authority+
One day in the spring, my three school-aged kids spilled off the bus, obviously in disagreement about something. “We’re not...
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