The snow is slipping from our house, coming in big, sonic boom crashes from one roof to the next that wakes us up with a start several times a night. All of the icicles that have steadily grown in the full blown Yeti claws are angled like arrows toward a target in the woods, hanging on tenuously til the snow behind it gives way and they slide treacherously to the ground. It's raining like it's April in December, and we are mourning the stunning, glittery blanket of snow that

Two years ago July, my (Mallory) person-- a man who stepped in for me two decades before and insisted on being a father, a friend, and a...

Last weekend at a festival we had the chance to reconnect with some fans in Florida that we saw back in January-- a relatively quick...

This is the last sermonette we’re writing for Hymns For My Atheist Sister & Her Friends To Sing Along To . Today we’ll be talking about...

“If you don’t need their rewards, you do not have to play by their rules.” Nathan Johnson in  Broke* , a documentary by Will Gray about...

performed at the West Newbury Hall, West Newbury, VT with our local Congregation of Kind Souls It's a big week coming up in our country,...

“Scatter My Bones” very simply, is a love song. Less simply, it’s about funeral plans. photo by Annie MInicuci Fine Art Photography...

On the last Sunday Service, we played you a song that may very well be the oldest on Hymns For My Atheist Sister & Her Friends to Sing...

I've been dreading and looking forward to the explanation of this song since I wrote it. Last Sunday Service on Facebook Live, we played...

The word Hallelujah has meant so many things in our lives. When we were religious it was thankfulness with a direction and that direction...