Recent Blog Posts

As I age, it would be easy to mark my life by its losses.  They keep piling up. But I’d prefer to attend to the gifts my life still gives.

Americans are too angry, but living is choosing.  As we face life’s pressures and pains, we can decide to savor something in each moment of our lives rather than strike out at others or ourselves.  

My stained glass work is part of my answer to the question: what is a full life?  It brings a measure of sanity in an often crazy world.  

My brother passed away recently. His final weeks in hospice care somehow stand out as one of the richest parts of my life.  I was surprised and initially troubled at that thought.  How could this be so?

We enter the world alone, in the first of life's separations, and we hold the hands of those leaving life so that death is not such a lonely parting.  Our lives in between are a search for connection.  Holding hands unites us.

Yearning for dignity is human.  Having it is foundational to the American republic, built as it is on respect for the individual.  Yet so many Americans demand respect but don’t extend it to others.