Some stories are like restorative prayers. They invite (no, they require) retelling, for the healing of our spirit and our soul.In 1942, the Nazis were actively and forcefully rounding up Jews in France. In the picturesque farming village of Le…
An American traveler planned a long safari to Africa. He was a compulsive man, loaded down with maps, timetables, and agendas. Coolies had been engaged from a local tribe to carry the cumbersome load of supplies, luggage and "essential stuff."On…
“I have never been lost,” Daniel Boone once said about exploring remote areas. “But I will admit to being confused for several weeks.”That’ll preach. And I will admit to the same. And it is no surprise, given the world in…
Every day after school, the young son of a well-known Rabbi would enter his house, place his backpack on the dining room table, leave the house through the back door and head into the woods behind the house.At first, the…
“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their place. It needs people…
Our hearts carry the 19 children and 2 teachers who were killed in Uvalde. And I hear a Mother say to a reporter, remembering her 10-year-old daughter, “Please tell me that our children did not die in vain.”We live in…
More than ever we need sustenance, places of sanity and restoration. When we’ve been through—or are going through—a time of upheaval, we need the permission to give ourselves the gift of stillness and sanctuary. To remember the sufficiency that is…
Some stories are good for whatever ails us.The husband knew he could not adequately care for his wife, now in the final stages of Alzheimer's. He found a compassionate facility, and visited her every day. At noon for lunch.Not 11:59.Not…
There were times this week, sitting at my computer writing Sabbath Moment, when I couldn’t take my eyes off the news, watching pain and suffering and inhumanity in real time. I couldn't move, tears scrolling down my cheeks.“My body itself…
Caroline was very sad. Caroline was only six years old and her father had just died. In fact, her father had been assassinated.Sitting in the back of big black limousine, Caroline Kennedy didn't quite know what to do with her…
