Transformational Hour

This essay was featured on the Episcopal Divinity School blog established for progressive theology and critical thinking to transform the world.

You speak in my heart and say, “Seek...

The house looks plain and more exposed than when we lived there. Back then, there was a huge carob tree on the parkway. I practically lived in that tree; every branch was designated a room. I only allowed Dorothy, a quiet, younger girl from two houses down, to climb the tree with me. The tree has been gone quite a while, cut down by the city for interfering with something or other. The orangeberry pittsporum that was in front of my bedroom window is gone too.  But the house looks neat an...