Withness and Waiting

Are you a mall rat? I’m not. Sooo not. A writer friend and I often sit across from each other on Saturday mornings at a local coffee shop. We talk some, but not a lot. We write. A few weeks ago she said she was not going to make it on Saturday because she had...

Why Advent?

Twenty-five years ago, my son was born on the first Sunday of Advent. Five days late, mind you. (I certainly minded.) As my due date came and went, and Advent approached, waiting took on a whole new meaning. Thinking that any minute now my son would come squalling...