This week’s contemplative practice: Centering Prayer I’ll admit it: I turn into the worst version of myself when my husband travels. Is it the extra carpooling during peak traffic hours? Or, is it that my son gets ready for school
I’ve had a horrible, reoccurring dream since High School. In my dream, I am expected to do something I haven’t had time to prepare for – act in a play, speak at a church, wait tables in an unfamiliar restaurant.