Two years ago, I visited the Pavilion, a little coffee shop run by Bridge Street Ministries on the west side…

For the longest time, I considered my desire to “be liked” a liability. A weakness. A sort of kryptonite for…

My parishioner Marie’s life was 28 dogs long. In my tenure serving the church here in Little Falls, New Jersey,…

This is the third in a series of posts about my mom’s death from lung cancer in November of 2020. Click…

I asked my boyfriend what I should write about this week. “Communication,” he joked. “How obnoxious men are. How relationships…

There behind the pulpit was not the suited figure I was accustomed to, but a woman in a brilliant pink…

Last week I wrapped up a nine-week online elective course on “Intersections of Theology and Science.”  This was probably the…

The degree to which culture intersects with Christianity has always been tricky. Some see Christianity above culture, in culture, separate…