Between Two Janes

I live my life between two Janes – the one who, fifty-nine years ago, carried me in her womb and the one whom, twenty-three years ago, I carried in mine. Each time, nine months were allotted for the careful, hope-filled process of holy creation. The dreams dreamt then...

getting on the bus with your children

  Several years ago, one of our church members cornered me in the hallway and seriously asked me if I would be interested in teaching a parenting class. I had to hold back the laughter as I (just as seriously) declined her offer. “I’m not your girl. I don’t think...
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