A Conspiracy of Silence

I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.

Prayer? Try Rubbing a Lamp

I always wanted more than the genie experience. I preached that praying should be a constant communion of spirits. I tried to practice it, too. I poured my heart out for hours at a time....

Silent Reckoning

I finally admitted to myself that while I prayed constantly, God never answered back. No words came to me. The feelings I experienced were my own.  And the events that happened after I prayed had only the meaning I attributed to them.  It was painful.  I had poured out my life in service to someone … Continue reading Silent Reckoning