Tag: when did what i feel start to matter?

Truth Be Told

I was recently asked to be one of the featured storytellers for the next installment of Truth Be Told, an open mic storytelling event that our local celebrities—I had no idea that I didn’t have a clue how to spell celebrities until this moment… huh—anyway, an event that our local celebrities Steve and Kobi have... Continue Reading →

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Eleventh Hour.

I feel a latecomer to Lent this year. The 11th hour worker. I've been Orthodox for fifteen years this year. This is my fifteenth Lent. And somehow every one is still different. I don't know that I truly came late to the Lenten spirit this year, but the differences were not subtle, and it didn't... Continue Reading →

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Exhale

Well, we're home. OK, we've been home for over a week. But alas, the only writing I've gotten done since landing is the boring kind that meets a deadline. Boring, but lucrative, as long as your vocabulary is equipped with a vivid imagination. The North Shore was gorgeous, as always. There was that rocky start,... Continue Reading →

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Do thy work

On Tuesday of Holy Week, as we approach the Passion, we are often spent. Lent has wrung us dry, we are expectant yet exhausted, and we long for the warm fuzzy feelings of different days. If we are to travel with Christ, we must have more than feelings to fuel our faith. George MacDonald, mentor... Continue Reading →

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