Epiphany

Guided to the altar by a member of the congregation, she felt her way to the lectern. Soft brown hair framed her face in large curls, and her blouse and skirt spoke of simplicity and care in dressing. As she placed her hands on the Braille Bible, she read in full...

Reaching for the Light

Christmas is the season of light, perhaps an irony in the Northern Hemisphere during the shortest days of the year. Like the Taoist forces of yin and yang, when our days seem dark and our nights long, when all we see is failure, the light of truth appears closest at...

Wait

“Freya, Heathcliff, are you ready?” Keith and I ask our dogs, praising them when they sit. “Wait. Look at me,” we say with words, hand signals and further praise while putting food dishes on the floor in front of them. “Ok, have some.” During dinner, Heathcliff and...