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On Gratitude

But there was love, love, love,
dripping from our hands.
We both gripped the sharp edge,
and it was painful

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Five-Foot, Fifty-Dollar Green Beauty

The sight of your friends’ faces illuminated by hot light, standing in a circle as flames leap into the air, as needles crackle and burst, as sparks fly, this image will stay with you. This moment feels holy.

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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.”

Grace Period

Losing Our Selves, But Never Getting Lost

An excerpt from KtB e-book Grace Period: A Memoir In Pieces.

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Family Lines

Chasing ghosts in Greece.

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Lay Down Your Weary Tune

My fear is generalized. This is now my country’s fear as well.

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Notes from DC

…immediately following the 2016 Presidential election.

Drawn by a sixth-grader at South Windsor Elementary School

Holding Light

Waging peace on terror, with refugees.

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Not Weird Enough

According to the author of a new Catholic handbook, eucharistic adoration should be the new yoga.

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Out For Coffee

The sociable beverage becomes a grief ritual.

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Battle Flag

I’ve lived my entire life in the South, first Georgia and now North Carolina, but I’ve never paid much attention to the Confederate battle flag, the so-called stars and bars. Despite some ancestors who fought for the Confederacy and several childhood family vacations spent navigating cannons, split-rail fences, and museums filled with the tattered remnants…

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Baptisms for the Dead

When is a choice not a choice?

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Fine Homebuilding

On fatherhood and belated grace.

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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 the author, a poet named Mark Strand, but the title caught my fancy, “Slow Down for Poetry.” It was a mantra that I desperately wanted…

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Homeless for the Holidays

A palsied mouth, stammering to say these words matter.

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Homeless for the Holidays

A palsied mouth, stammering to say these words matter.

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Religious Baggage

An excerpt from Ashley’s new e-book You Were Strangers: Dispatches from Exile

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Fundies and Aspies

Ned Spodos has seen it from both sides.