Everything That Was Broken

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in is whose name is Forever. Poem by Mary Oliver

Israel Departs from Sinai

Do you ever wonder what people think when they meet you? When I leave a conversation, does everybody quietly give me a slow clap and gratefully nod their heads? Or do they all sigh with relief and laugh, relieved that the crazy lady has moved on? What do people see when they see me? They…

The Gospel of Etsy

When I started staying home with my daughter Cecily, I fulfilled a dream and started my own handmade business. In February, I opened a shop on Etsy, selling children’s accessories, toys and décor. is an online marketplace for handmade or vintage items. Amazingly, offers 35 million items for sale from 1.6 million sellers…