Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself, Barbara Crooker like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me think about my life, the places of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief has strung me out to dry. And … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/06/2015 – They turn to gold for a brief while, then lose it all each November
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Praying with Fringes 11/18/2013 – Stopping Along the Way
Stopping along the Way David Wagoner Heading south toward campus, my car stops suddenly, abruptly, almost on its own. My right foot has found the brake pedal before my eyes can admire a very young possum strolling across our right of way at his personal intersection of human cross-purposes, some of whose breaks are squeaking … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/18/2013 – Stopping Along the Way
Praying with Fringes 11/11/2013: Sometimes I am startled out of myself
Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself, Barbara Crooker like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me think about my life, the places of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief has strung me out to dry. And … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/11/2013: Sometimes I am startled out of myself
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 