death
Embering
What to do with this grief over what happened to you? I don’t know, so I’m making a ritual.
All in the Interfaith Family
Susan Katz Miller talks about “how to be the most joyful and creative and successful interfaith family you can be, whatever that looks like.”
The First Long, Dark Night After The Earthquake
A dry hot month to beat the records was passing its torch to the newspapers when the earthquake struck early Wednesday, causing untold damage and ceaseless unhappiness as the tremors…
Goodbye, Tim LaHaye
When I first encountered Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins’ Left Behind (1995), I was sitting on the a sage-colored corduroy coach at my mom’s house. Left Behind rested on a…
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Evidence of Your Journey
From our new e-book,Oh God Oh God Oh God: Essays on Sex and Religion, available now!
Still Slowing Down for Poetry: For Mark Strand, 1934-2014
As I crawled my way out of college, and started stretching toward graduate studies, I stumbled on an essay in the New York Times Book Review. I’d never heard of…
Halloween: Your Questions, Answered
Halloween’s origins lie in the Celtic mists of carved turnips, bonfires and celebrations of life and death. It’s always been a fun/spooky time of year since, of course, the flipside…
Am I a Survivor?
I was ambivalent about wearing the word survivor on my sleeve, until I put on my biking jersey for Smilow Cancer Hospital’s “Closer to Free” ride. I’m a stage-IV cancer…
Quotes from the Accident, or God is Good
It was right out of a movie I heard a screeching Some were dozing There was absolutely nothing suspicious happening You had to hold the chair so you didn’t…
BOOOOO!
You may remember the fateful day, 5 years ago, when Mrs. Hannah Hubbard tried to rise from her grave where she lay buried since 1747, in Concord, Massachusetts. Very spoooooky.…
Acts of Faith
I’d think to myself, this time I’ll thank her for taking the leap of faith that led to my birth. But always within a minute of our meeting, she’d say my boots were clunky and I had a bad haircut.
