Seeds of Love

I wrote this piece two years ago, the first Christmas after my father died. Placing it here once more in the hope that it might be a source of comfort and kinship for those facing a difficult holiday this year… I am so sick of death. It’s been a year of bereavement. Even before Daddy… Continue Reading Seeds of Love

Advent Speed Versus Christmas Speed (and the Case of the Yellow Ramekins)

There are two speeds: Advent-speed and Christmas-speed. I don’t know about you, but around mid-December the former fades. Thanks for the memories—fireside readings with the family, meditating about all that is to come, eight hours of sleep,  breathing… Nowadays, I am jacked up on Christmas. Which is kind of fun but also not so pretty.… Continue Reading Advent Speed Versus Christmas Speed (and the Case of the Yellow Ramekins)

Christmas at Camp Marah

I’m a namer. Shortly after we moved into this RV, my husband asked me what we were going to call it, knowing full well I’d have something in mind. I did–though it had taken a few days to rise to the surface. “Camp Marah,” I told him. It seemed so appropriate for a temporary home… Continue Reading Christmas at Camp Marah

Room for Joy

At times, the simplicity imposed upon us by both the house fire and our temporary living quarters feels like a gift brimming with meaning and grace. Stripped of all pretense and encumbrance, I really could not be better positioned to embrace the more penitential side of Advent, and this is a very good thing. But… Continue Reading Room for Joy

Greater Than

It is no-screen Sunday, and I am tired. Nevertheless, I cannot let the evening pass without wishing the Interwebs a most happy and blessed beginning to Advent. The first, brave purple taper shines! All in all, a good day at the Boggs household. Not perfect, mind you. Twas packed with church and chores and tree-twirling… Continue Reading Greater Than

The Waiting Way (And a Recipe)

“I need the church to remind me of reality: time is not a commodity that I control, manage, or consume. The practice of liturgical time teaches me, day by day, that time is not mine. It does not revolve around me. Time revolves around God—what he has done, what he is doing, and what he… Continue Reading The Waiting Way (And a Recipe)