Welcome to Parkville
At a workshop I attended, art and drama therapist Emily Nash[[Emily Nash is the founder and director of Therapeutic Arts Alliance Manhattan, a forum offering workshops an... »
Personal Accounts
My perfect month
Recently, I came to a wholly and thoroughly unsurprising conclusion: I am not good enough. Now, of course, I know that no one can ever be “good enough” in this life. What... »
The joy of community
Today I get the privilege of hosting five families for dinner. We’ve known each other for the better part of our lives, and tonight we’ll all come together in joyful comm... »
A life of forgiveness
Throughout my life, I’ve received my share of (well-deserved) consequences for wrongdoing. But more than once, I didn’t get what I deserved. Instead, I received mercy. On... »
Asking for forgiveness
Years ago, I was in a complicated and unpleasant work situation with one of my coworkers. Things didn’t improve, and I was relieved when he eventually moved on. Some time... »
Preserved or pickled?
My favorite taste is sour—sour candies, pickles, anything with lemon, sour cherries, you name it—I love it! Some people may prefer savory, or sweet—or the newcomer to the... »
Placing blame
Recently, I was reviewing my past, thinking about choices I made, and I began to blame others for how some things had turned out. I blamed my parents for the decisions th... »
The ongoing process
“Forgive us the wrongs we have done, as we forgive the wrongs that others have done to us.”[[Matthew 6:12 GNT]] The first time I heard that Bible verse, my heart hurt, an... »
The choice
Maybe Peter thought he was going to stump Jesus when he asked the question “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me?” He wanted a nu... »
The best discovery
I have always liked the disciple Peter. He made a lot of mistakes, opened his mouth at all the wrong times, didn’t want to have to forgive his brother, and ultimately eve... »
We don’t run alone
We often hear our life of faith compared to running a race or being on a journey. Countless songs, books, and sermons are based on those concepts. As a runner, I find ins... »
Someone is watching
While rushing to an appointment, I passed a scruffy beggar with a baby in her arms. It’s a common sight in Caracas, Venezuela, where this took place. Give her something.... »
The New York cabby miracle
It had been a rough few months in the spring of 1972. I desperately wanted a baby, a little one to hold in my arms, to call my own. Twice I had miscarried, and I held the... »