

Parade of Questions
The Army held a parade the day my husband and another officer retired from military service. The Chaplain, a graduate of the Military Academy, a Viet Nam War veteran, an ordained Episcopal Priest, a dear friend, delivered the Invocation. Then he turned to me and said: “Ann, this is Eucharist!” That was over thirty years ago. I puzzled over that comment at the time and I have continued to ever since. Memories of that crisp fall day: soldiers in formation; flags flying; the ban


Grief in a Willow Casket
Recently an article appeared in the Denver Post Life and Culture Section: Reflecting on Grief: Boulder team weaves a casket for mixed-media exhibit aimed at helping the community cope. I read it, re-read it, and read it again. Was it only seven months ago that we were warned to take cover, shelter in place, wash our hands over and over and over and over, not to touch our faces or door handles or boxes of blueberries? Warned to wipe down food from the grocery store with Cloro