I’ve spent nearly two decades watching my son be comforted by a series of feathered raptors that live in our backyard. His coop full of noisy hens is his sanctuary, the place he feels most understood. I find comfort in silence. A quiet house, a long walk in the woods,…

My first introduction to God was in the basement of a local church. There, I met a bearded man with a flowing white robe, who was flat and lived on a felt board. There were other important characters on the felt board, too, like Jesus, Moses, Mary, King David, and…

My husband bought me a breathtaking nativity for Christmas this year. I’ve wanted one since we were married twenty-six years ago, and I pause each time I pass the dining room to admire each of the twenty-four figures. From angels in flight, to doting wise men, and a lowly donkey,…