My next adventure: thirty days in the Writers in Residence Program at St. Gertrude’s! I’m looking so forward to it. I’m not Catholic, I am

Idaho today. Gone tomorrow.
My next adventure: thirty days in the Writers in Residence Program at St. Gertrude’s! I’m looking so forward to it. I’m not Catholic, I am
“They pray a lot in this country but nothing ever gets done.” Overheard (and purposely unatttributed) in Entebbe Someone once asked me what I’d like
A few months ago, I turned sixty-six, something I never dreamed would happen. It wasn’t that I thought I’d die early. I just never visualized
I realize this is a provocative post. It’s not one I offer lightly but as a way to declare and distance myself from what no longer serves me. And while you may or may not agree or care, I hope it gives you cause for pause.
I’ve been static too long, floating on my back in the eddies. That changes soon. Next June I’m going to stay in a monastery (with real nuns!) for thirty days, do some deep thinking, and then write about it what I learn.
Photo credit: Courtesy of Monastery of St. Gertrude
In 2022, I pray we’ll escape COVID’s clutches, be kind, rediscover statesmanship and civility, address the needs of others, plan for the future, rebuild families