Entries by

Flying Solo

During my mid- to late-twenties, I went through a phase: Everywhere I went, I met Scottish people. I even found some in Mexico at an all-inclusive resort where my mom and I were vacationing. Every time I met Scots, I thought, “These are my people.” And they all assured me that I was right, and […]

Still the Single Rev

I was 25 when I graduated from seminary and was ordained. My first position was as a chaplain at a small college, where I was routinely mistaken for a student. To me, the four years between my own undergraduate studies and my chaplaincy work represented an enormous gap in both age and experience. But to […]

Putting Down Roots

  If you ever watched much of “Will and Grace,” the name of my city might sound familiar.  Schenectady, oddly not a fictional name, home to fictional Grace, that unknown, upstate city that was fodder for more than a few jokes.  I never got the feeling that the writers had ever actually been here, and […]

The Need to Scream

That is my picture in the Fidelia’s Sisters header. The one with the pink hair and the guitar; that’s me, or it was at the first conference of the Young Clergy Women Project. A few years later, my hair is a bit more normal looking, although I suppose not everyone would consider near-platimum blonde with […]

In the Absence of Creativity

The smell of incense hit them first, wafting out of the darkness inside the chapel doors. Then they met a cacophony of voices shouting, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God of Hosts!” A large chair draped in white cloth sat in the center of the room, surrounded by dozens of candles, and we sat […]

NaNoWriMo Ate My Soul

NaNoWriMo is eating my soul. This is how it happened: On the first day of this month, I saw a Facebook post about NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. I had not intended to do this. I had not premeditated my plan of attack. I hadn’t even heard of it. But something about this challenge […]

Did You Really Just Say That?

Ministers are often the recipients of odd and not entirely appropriate comments, so most of us get used to putting on our unfazed faces and playing along. However, there are limits. I have to admit that my professional poise slipped a bit when a leering photographer at a wedding I was officiating leaned over and whispered that I had […]