The Blessing and the Shaking of Hands
When I end a course at Penn State, I always read the Irish Blessing to students. I actually read it over them, like a proper
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When I end a course at Penn State, I always read the Irish Blessing to students. I actually read it over them, like a proper
Tonight we host some new friends for dinner. I know it’s strange to gather on a Monday night, but why not? Everyone needs to eat,
Sometimes I go back and look over all my hopeful prayers about books I wrote that nobody published. I recently read in my prayer journal
This semester, my students who arrive early to class to hang out request their favorite country music videos. For the last sixteen weeks, I’ve listened to
For Easter, we gave each daughter her own bonsai tree kit to grow little trees from seeds to then prune and shape for the next
This little line in Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott, makes me smile today. I don’t know much about sailing, but I love the idea
When I heard that Barbara Bush’s journey here ended, I pulled out two old photos. In the first, I stood beside her at a special
When my daughters aren’t having the best day, we often say, “Well, it’s just a day.” It’s just a day. It’s OK that we needed
Yesterday, I spent time considering Psalm 124 and David’s praise to the Lord. He writes in verses 7-8: We have escaped like a bird out
Today I read something that reminds me of my research on shame all those years ago. Hannah Whitall Smith writes about sin and how, instead