President Carter’s Sunday School Class

President Carter has been on my mind today. What a remarkable man he is, a national monument in himself. Everything about him during the press conference the other day felt beautiful to me. Witnessing his spirit of honesty and gratitude and surrender, his ability to accept life on life’s terms, his joyful obedience to the

On the Snowbanks of Memory

This afternoon, gazing through the windows of my Georgia home as Mother Nature graced the landscape of my front yard with a steady flurry of snow, my mind traveled back to my childhood in Brooklyn. No surprise really. I’d spent much of today gathering notes for two workshops I’ll be giving at the Atlanta Writers