The poet W.S. Merwin calls us to our mystical connections with the people in front and behind us.
Some good humor on forgetfulness and poignant verse from the poet Billy Collins to sweeten the swallow.
The season of Advent is not only a time of preparation, but one of sorrow and mourning. It's a time for reflection + remembrance of those loved ones we lost. Jay Blossom reflects on letting go of his father — and the necessity of finding the time to lament and hope for a better world ahead.
Krista sits down with The Takeaway to explain the impulses behind the Pew polls on the religiously unaffiliated Millennials. She believes that this growing number of unaffiliated young people are a source of renewal of religion in the U.S.
Wisdom from a late elder to an overwhelming outpouring of stories from people in response to Joy Ladin's transgender experiences. And, photos of Turkish bovine, local deluges, and Krista's most commonly asked question to guests.
Watch Stephen Colbert's moving tribute to his mother, offering insights into his mother's Roman Catholic faith and her deeply held values of gratitude, family, and fun.
In this photo essay, Joy Ladin reflects on how gender is a covenant she has broken "with others and a covenant with myself."
Religious traditions take many forms in the U.S. For a Nigerian immigrant's daughter, it's creamy frejon that's the Easter week delicacy.
Sometimes it takes a complete stranger to see the "deep, deep hole" within ourselves. The story of a common bond between a wildlife conservation and a pygmy leader — and the bounty of that friendship.
During these days sacred to both Christians and Jews, a reflection on making space for recreating staid narratives and the new ones we all write together.
Martin Marty on the public consequences of divorce when churches and families relegate it as a private matter.
This inspiring story about the love of two brothers had NBA superstar LeBron James on the verge of tears, as you'll see in the video. So good in so many ways.
Five questions with the author of Far from the Tree on how families with extreme difference find connectedness in their "horizontal" identities.
“I’ve been more than blessed with people, with miracles, with angels all around. When I’ve been in trouble and couldn’t get up the stairs, along came a neighbor, and she just said, ‘Can I help you?’”
I picked up Sylvia Boorstein's lovely book, That's Funny, You Don't Look Buddhist, years ago and loved it. Then, several years later, I found myself on a panel discussion with her and loved her in person.
Fans give the three-fingered salute of District 12. The gesture is one of admiration, meaning thanks or goodbye to one’s beloved. (photo: Doug Kline / © 2012 PopCultureGeek.com)
I was certain I was going to hate it. All of my four kids have been fans of the series of books by Suzanne Collins since before they were cool; therefore when the movie was announced, we all knew the midnight screening on the night of release was a must-do.
But in the run-up to last night’s trip to the IMAX theater, the reviews I read and heard helped confirm my feeling that this would be a disgusting movie: violent, gratuitous in every way, repulsive to my social conscience.
I was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Although I was born on Christmas, I feel like I’m slightly part Hanukkah now. Each year since I remarried — an event which brought two Jewish stepchildren into my life — I have anticipated the Festival of Lights with almost as much excitement as my hybrid celebration of the Winter Solstice/Yule and Christmas.
My stepchildren are actually half-Hanukkah and half-Christmas; their mother is Jewish, their father is not. Their parents long ago agreed the children would be raised Jewish, so they are attending the several years of Hebrew school that prepare them to become a bar and bat mitzvah. Having grown up with Christian and Jewish extended families, however, they have honored their heritage from both sides by celebrating Hanukkah and Christmas from the time they were born. As each year draws to a close, they look forward to lighting Hanukkah candles as well as decorating the Christmas tree with their doting, out-of-town Presbyterian grandparents.
I don’t know that I have ever paid much attention to the
legend behind the Moon Festival, but I sure love moon cakes. I haven’t bought them in years, because my grandmother always sends me a box of my favorite — lotus seed paste (a thousand times yummier than the usual red bean!) with one egg yolk per cake — from a good bakery in Los Angeles.
Last September, she gave me my box in person because I was in LA for my cousin’s wedding and spent a few days with her. I brought the moon cakes back to Minnesota, ate one right away, and gobbled up the second during the Moon Festival. The other two are still in my refrigerator. I haven’t been able to eat them.
A moving site in New York City today as family members of the victims of the 9/11 terrorist attacks visit the South Pool of the 9/11 Memorial during tenth anniversary ceremonies.