Dear Lily June, For a skeptical scholar, I can be embarrassingly superstitious. In fact, I’m bordering on the ridiculousness of… Read more Oh, Hello, Universe–On the Occasion that You, Too, Read Too Much into Coincidence

Dear Lily June, For a skeptical scholar, I can be embarrassingly superstitious. In fact, I’m bordering on the ridiculousness of… Read more Oh, Hello, Universe–On the Occasion that You, Too, Read Too Much into Coincidence
Dear Lily June, In the wake of the election of Donald Trump, your mother was despairing. Like many others, I… Read more God Help Me through the Holidays–On the Occasion that You’re Contemplating Faith at Christmastime
Dear Lily June, To begin, a confession. A gracious, kind, patient woman of God has sent me an email, an… Read more Surrendering–On the Occasion that You Find Yourself in the Foxhole
Dear Lily June, Your birthday has come and gone, and I wish, desperately, to be able to ask you, “Do… Read more Be Our Last (Belated) Guest–In Which Shelley Talks Life and Death
Dear Lily June, In your mother’s ancient caveman days, we all used to sit around a glowing box called a… Read more Be Our Guest–In Which Amy Provides a Recipe for Living a Meaningful Life
Dear Lily June, The blogger SmirkPretty once made a comment to me which included this quotation from Thich Nhat Hanh:… Read more Syncing Instead of Drowning–In Which Your Parents Get Back on Track
Dear Lily June, I am generally a cynical skeptic. Armed with keen senses of irony, sarcasm and even social criticism,… Read more The Piano Storm–In Which Gratitude Soaks Me
Dear Lily June, It was 4:00 in the morning, this morning, when I said my peace on our apartment balcony.… Read more Praying to the Ceiling–In Which I Recount My Strange Relationship with God