Many years ago while teaching yoga at a local nursing home, I befriended a wonderful woman in her 96th year. She’d spent her life as a farmer/wife of a farmer deep in the Polish farming community she grew up in. We often spent timing talking together. She took my chair yoga class, knew I was a minister,…

When I received the news thirteen weeks into a pregnancy that the baby I carried had Trisomy 18, the most common of the rare chromosomal abnormalities, and the one dubbed “incompatible with life,” I had to figure out what to do. But this was much more than a logistical problem. It was, in fact, a…

On an exploration into the world of TikTok, a place my children and others hip to the modern ways, recommended I take a trip, I discovered something I’ve seen before—but never so much of. I was looking at yoga posts. Because I am a yoga teacher. And that’s what’s interesting to me. But I was…

Okay, here’s the problem with celebrating Dr. Martin Luther King. We forget the Reverend. Why does that matter? In our secular society, us lovely social justice advocates inspired by him to do truly good work in the world, we don’t need to know his theological foundation, do we? It is enough that we call him…