Advent Realities

A few weeks ago I wrote with great hopefulness of entering into this season of Advent and avoiding the rush, the hectic-ness, all the crazy. I wrote as one with high hopes of quiet mornings spent in the glow of our Christmas tree, sipping coffee and considering the mysteries of the Incarnation. Three weeks in, … More Advent Realities

Watching and Waiting

We binge watch our Netflix shows, and get mad that Disney Plus doesn’t release all their new episodes at once. We want it now! We are all rushing through each day, each experience. All. The. Time. We run from one event to another, one season to another, one thought to another, seldom slowing down to even consider what is going on around us or, more importantly, within us. … More Watching and Waiting

Old Wounds

I haven’t been as prone to write of late. I haven’t felt the thoughts pouring out like they did a year or so ago, when words and ideas were coming out at a pretty constant rate. I didn’t (thank God) publicize them all, but even so, I was more prolific than I’d ever been. Many … More Old Wounds

The Craftsman

My grandfather, Taft Rakes, was a woodworker. No, that’s doesn’t come close to doing him justice. He was a craftsman. He could take beautiful, raw pieces of cherry and pine and oak and create pure art. My mom’s house is dotted with the work of his hands: an incredible dining room table, 8 ladderback rush-seated … More The Craftsman