Silence. Silence. A sheering, deafening silence. Deep silence, one so deep so as to sub-scend (opposite of transcend) to an unimaginable place below an African-American spiritual…
One of the worst moments in my life was the first time I suffered from short-term depression. Many of us know that the first time…
I think it would be nice to start the day with a story. A love story. It begins once upon a time in the West…
On Monday night, my husband played guitar for a worship service at a Presbyterian church that is especially affirming of the LGBT community. The service…
Sometimes I am confounded when visitors come to the church once or twice and then they disappear, only to reappear months later. I’m always surprised…
As some of you know, Church of the Village is vacating a building on St. Marks Place in the East Village so that a new…
