Looking Forward

I'm having a hard time with the lights, the cameras, and the action. I'm discovering, actually, that I need a little less of it all. Because, when the baptisms start, I want to hear the splash as a body meets water, and a sprinkle of release when it rises. I want to hear the cries… Continue reading Looking Forward


Joining the Suffering of the Saints

I cannot forget her face. It was the four of us, all dressed in magenta gowns, playing the Waiting Game -- you know, that endless motion of looking at the clock -- in the doctors office. Then a woman interrupted the silence to say something silly to another woman. Initially, I was irked. Although I… Continue reading Joining the Suffering of the Saints