Tag Archives: Heidi Braacx
Snow Days
“Why don’t we wait until the snow melts and see if your wallet is there,” Heidi said, looking at a snow-covered patch of grass we couldn’t shovel. “I’ll keep an eye on it. No one’s going to find it under … Continue reading →
Sardines in the Dark
“Hannah? Hannah?” Hadrian called out in the dark. But there was no answer. The silence confirmed his deduction: Hannah had found our hiding place. He was on his own. Our grandchildren, Hadrian and Hannah, love to play Sardines in the … Continue reading →
Between My Selves
I gather up my courage and for the second time talk with my spiritual director about being overweight. “I’m so confused,” I lament. “De Mello says ‘Don’t change.’ Richard Rohr points out that two of the four gospels begin with the call to … Continue reading →
Hoodwinked
A colleague asked me if I’d like to offer spiritual direction for participants at an upcoming Ignatian retreat. As soon as I got her e-mail, I knew I wanted to say yes. I’ve done it before; I love listening to what happens in retreatants’ prayers … Continue reading →
Communion
The seven-year-old downed his third tiny glass of grape juice and licked the last drop from the bottom, oblivious of the perfect purple ring around his lips. Perhaps it was his eager grin as he went for the fourth glass that prompted three women to spring … Continue reading →
