Category Archives: writing

Waiting for God

Several days ago, I found a box taped up when we moved here seven years ago and never opened since. Amongst the knickknacks, costume jewelry, and small-appliance instructions I found there was this photo. Two friends hamming it up in over-the-top seasonal regalia sweaters … Continue reading

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To Wait, to Hope, to Expect

When I was worshipping at St. Christopher’s, the scene of my first Advent and the cradle where my nascent faith was nourished, I lived according to the seasons of the liturgical calendar. Advent, the season when I discovered my home in the Anglican Communion, became … Continue reading

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The Artist’s Left-Brained Creative Sister

These are some of my dirty secrets: I won first place in the Arizona state spelling bee in 1967, and I got a prize (not first) in the state math contest in 1971. My entire freshman year of college, I … Continue reading

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Shared Experience, Shared Language: A Review of Lakoff and Johnson on Metaphor

Each of my efforts to write about George Lakoff and Mark Johnson’s Metaphors We Live By uncannily comprises a demonstration of its thesis. As I started to plan my review, I wrote, I am late to the dance—referring to the … Continue reading

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Meditations All Too Human

I teach a college-transfer class called English 112: Researching and Writing in the Disciplines, whose objective is to present a crash course in academic writing across the university curriculum. To that end, and drawing on my experience as a disability examiner … Continue reading

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Gonnegtions

In the early 1980s, I was watching  an episode of Charles Kuralt’s Sunday Morning in which he chronicled the demise of an important family-owned newspaper. I’ll have to call it the Tribune because I have long since forgotten the newspaper and the family and the … Continue reading

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