My son started preschool wearing glasses and a patch over one eye. Hoping to make the black plastic patch look jaunty and not so Halloween pirate, I covered it with red gingham. But it soon took cowboy boots to lend my three-year-old the courage to show up there day after day. One evening in […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
At my last workout at the gym in Santa Monica, my trainer introduced me to a new client, an entertainment lawyer in her midforties. “This here’s Melinda,” Jason said, “but don’t bother her getting to know her. She’s going off to be a nun.” “I am not!” I said, swatting Jason’s bicep. “I’m just going […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
In my memoir, Grace Period: My Ordination to the Ordinary, I tell about visiting my uncle Bud in Kansas City on my way to Yale Divinity School. Hunkered down in his red leather wing chair with his cowboy boots on the ottoman, he got right down to business. “Now tell me, hon’,” he said, “why […]Continue Reading... No Comments.
I’ve been asked what inspired me to write Grace Period: My Ordination to the Ordinary. Since I find the idea of blogging somewhat daunting, this seems like a good starting point. What inspired Grace Period was my need to understand the deeper meaning of the painful events of a period of my life I term […]Continue Reading... No Comments.