Medusa. I definitely resembled Medusa. Twenty-one electrodes, like snakes had been glued to my head – a crazy helmet I had to wear for forty eight hours. A crazy helmet I had to wear because a crazy neurologist was trying to figure out how my crazy brain had gone crazy haywire. But not because I…
When asked what I do for a living, I no longer answer “clergy” or “Episcopal priest.” Frankly, lots of people just don’t know what to do with that. Stereotypes abound. We only work on Sundays. We are not allowed to drink nor to curse. And God forbid you should curse around us! (Truth be told,…
Eight years ago, this was the inaugural post on Unorthodox & Unhinged. In April of 2015, it inspired the Story District production of Unhinged: True Tales of Living with Mental Illness — first performed at Emmanuel Episcopal Church. Mary of Magdala had her own name. She was attached to a town but not attached to…
Once upon a time, I worked at a plant store called “Great Plants Alive.” Tragically — and quite ironically — most of the plants that came home with me came home to die. Much was the same back in the days when I still had a backyard. I was quite happy to just let Mother Earth be…
Blue. Blessed Mother Blue. Blessed Virgin Mary Blue. There is no sexier color in the Crayola Crayon box than Blessed Mother Blue. That is, of course, if you are a little Catholic girl. And it’s Advent. Please, Baby Jesus, bless me with Blessed Mother Blue! Now Mary (quite impossibly!) is very, very much what every…
Recently, I bought a new car! A shiny apple green Hyundai Venue. Compared to my little old blue sedan, driving the Venue, makes me feel something like an astronaut. My 2013 Accent had a radio with a USB port so I could listen to music. The Venue has something called Apple Carplay, along with the equivalent of an…
Stress can bring out the best, worst, or most creative in us. At age 42, I thought I had myself figured out. I thought I already knew how I responded to stress. When it came to big school projects or tests, or now when I have important work deadlines, I tend to procrastinate to the…
This week I went to visit my mom at Goodwin House, Bailey’s Crossroads. My mother is 91 years old and very functional, both somatically and socially, but she has no short term memory. She has lived on the 3rd floor Assisted Living unit for the past five years. My mom has experienced decline, certainly, as she…
The 31st chapter of the Book of Proverbs presents us today with the resume of a “spiritual Martha Stewart.” Telford Work, in Feasting on the Word, characterizes it as “an impossible job description…she makes her own clothes; she gets up in the middle of the night to get everyone else going; she takes care of…
Seven years ago, Robin Williams, gifted actor and comedian left this world by his own hand. The world was incredulous. How could a person so full of light struggle with such darkness? He was Mork, right? The hysterical alien who took up residence in Mindy’s attic. We loved this lovable visitor from outer space. Weekly,…
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