The Chicago Tribune reported this week: “The Bolingbrook Village Board on Tuesday called on residents to observe National Historic Preservation Week next week…” What does it mean to observe a week of historic preservation when your community is barely fifty years old? Here’s the full article: Bolingbrook Looks Ahead to National Historic Preservation Week. Of course, a […]
Archives for June 2012
Ten on Thursday 
June 29, 2012 by
Some updates… 1. We’re back from a family wedding and reunion on the Jersey Shore – which is a beautiful place. Forget about the reality TV show. (Although those palms, above, aren’t native, admittedly). The wedding was beautiful. And that’s me under the gazebo, officiating over my cousin’s nuptials. Thank goodness the sound system was […]
“Take 12” for June 
June 14, 2012 by
“Take 12” is a project to take 12 photos on the 12th of every month. I’ve been doing this all year (admittedly, sometimes on the 13th and 14th), and haven’t quite gotten around to posting here. So finally, 12 pictures from my life on the 12th of June, 2012: Nasturtiums in my garden. Bright orange […]
A Week of Pastoral Conversations 
June 12, 2012 by
A sampler of the kinds of things I talk about with folks. These conversations varied from 5 minutes to 2 hours, and took place last week. Some were formally scheduled meetings, some casual conversation, some one-on-one in a coffee shop, some over email or text. Anything pastorally sensitive I’ve made as vague as possible. Monday: […]
The trash picker
June 5, 2012 by
As I walk our dog, I sometimes find myself picking up trash. It amazes me that people throw stuff on the ground, sometimes from their cars. When I was little, the dear mother of some friends I grew up with was a “trash picker.” Her name was Melinda and whenever we took walks around the […]
On Spring Cleaning
June 5, 2012 by
An article I wrote for The Young Women Clergy Project. “The Red Barn” was three stories of junk and treasure that stood for decades on the campus of Gould Farm, a long-lived residential rehab center in Massachusetts where I volunteered for two years in my early twenties. It had a dirt floor, reeked of mildew […]
