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Books by Angela
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Missives: Letters to a Friend
Listening Season: Nearly Political
William Stafford, “The Way It Is” Listening, in a loud election cycle When I formatted the subheading above, it was huge. Really huge. I...
The Wilderness Journal: Quiet
When I was a kid, late at night I’d lie awake in my bed and stare out the window of my room, counting the stars, listening to the wind,...
Flesh and Blood: Making Contact
It’s been a crazy month or two, what with the last, lingering vestiges of the school year for my kids, finishing the manuscript for...
Mother’s Day Gifts
My youngest son, Miles, gave me a head cold for Mother’s Day. I felt it coming on last night as we sat together in the park near our home...
Not Yet Lent: Listening Season
That quirky calendar has created a wide gap between the “western” Lent and the “eastern” Lent once again. All I can think is that my...
Laundry, Liturgy and Care for the Soul
Front loading washers have what I consider a hideous secret flaw. I noticed it a few weeks after the new washer was installed. That was a...
Lost and Found
Some of my best thinking happens when I’m supposed to be focusing on other things, you know, like cooking or baking. Unfortunately, it...
New Year’s, Zombies, Lamentations
I set out today to write about New Year’s Day and the blank wall it seems to offer each year. I sat and stared at that blank wall,...
Therefore, since a promise remains of entering His rest, let us fear lest any of you seem to have come short of it. Hebrews 4:1 I need...
So, I meant to get a post up a few days ago but the week got away from me as I was doing this: The bad news is that I didn’t have time to...