Two Friends Journal articles reflecting on marriage—renewing vows and speaking plainly to those divorcing—appeared just as my husband and I…

Five years after Friends Meeting at Cambridge approved taking same-sex couples under its care, my life partner, Polly, and I…

Times change. Perhaps certain aspects of reality don’t change, but times do change. As a poet I’d like to have…

When I woke up one morning last winter, it was five degrees. The cold was paralyzing. At 6:30 am, an…

On January 19, 2005, I visited the Kamenge aids clinic in Bujumbura, Burundi. The program is run by Friends Women’s…

I am compelled to speak to the meaning of Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath. It warns: discard the "ownership society"—the…

What is the ground and foundation of the gathered meeting? In the last analysis, it is, I am convinced, the…

My husband is fond of kidding me about how crammed my dresser drawers always seem to be. In fact, they…

Sometimes when I’m tired—almost too tired—I can’t sleep. I want more food for the world and less suffering. I feel…

One of the reasons that historians like Quakers, and why historians have given Quakers attention out of all proportion to…

2004 was an unusual year. I wrote a Christmas letter on time. After a year’s hiatus from writing a Christmas…

"How is it that ye sought me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?" "And…