This clever word play on “Murder She Wrote” is not mine but the title of an exceptional exhibit at the Morgan Library & Museum on Madison Avenue in New York City. A nerdy bibliophile, who volunteers at the Library of Congress, I have long wanted to visit the Morgan. The novel: The Personal Librarian whet…
If you looked up the word “impatience” in the dictionary, you would see a picture of my dad.😊 When I was growing up, my dad did not like to wait. He would not take us anywhere he anticipated crowds or lines. He would never go to a restaurant without a reservation. When we went to…
Advent 2022 begins Sunday, November 27th. Angels. Every year, when they were little, my children donned cardboard wings in the Christmas pageant. And through the centuries gilded angel wings have graced a bazillion Christmas cards. Angels. Pretty, poetic symbols. Anachronistic theology of the Middle Ages. Superstition in the scientific age. Right? Yet every Sunday we confess that “We…
Though my dad preferred a scalpel to an electric knife, on Thanksgiving the electric knife would do just fine. And fine was what everything had to be. Not just fine — but refined. My father insisted on orange zest in the cranberry sauce, oysters in the stuffing, and lemon peel in his espresso. My mother…
As the pandemic hit in early 2020, Emmanuel like many churches scrambled to adapt Sunday morning worship. Having not lived through an actual plague before and naively thinking it would be just a few weeks — or maybe at the most a few months — of disruption, I invented EEC@Home, a portable Morning Prayer service…
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I first discovered Dave Grohl listening to the nineties music of Nirvana. After a shambolic academic record — and to his parents’ horror (his mom taught public school in Fairfax County for 30 years!) — Dave quit school his junior year to rock it out playing drums in local punk bands. And at the tender…
Leaves turn color. Yellow, red, orange, brown. Dry, they fly and fall from the sky. Carpeting the ground, like parchment, they crackle under foot. You can hear them. You can smell them – the mustiness of the earth. hist whist little goblin. hist whist little ghostling. e.e.cummings. It is that time of year again. As…
Mary Angelus Cady, 1891 – 1980 Are You My Mother? is a classic little children’s book by P.D. Eastman. A little bird falls out of his nest and goes in search of his mother. She has not abandoned him however, she has just gone off to dig up a few worms for his supper. Freshly hatched…
Amy has been a friend for nearly 40 years. We met when I worked for her husband back in 1983 and has been a friend ever since. It may be unusual to nominate a Rabbi in the Reform Judaism Movement for saintly election, but nobody I know exemplifies love of God and your love of…
Emmett Moore Waits, 1923 – 2014 Father Waits, as he was known to the college students who frequented the Canterbury House in Denton, TX, is my personal saint. He was kind and gentle by nature, committed to his faith and the Episcopal church, and devoted to his family by birth and his student family, as…
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