Elizabeth Bookser Barkley, PhD

Reflect A guilty pleasure of mine is buying five- or seven-dollar flower bouquets to brighten my table. As a few stems of my Charmelias started

Reflect An invitation to a Mardi Gras party at the Sisters’ Motherhouse—how could I turn it down? Picturing sedate older nuns listening to jazz, I

Reflect  After Mass, I trailed my husband in his electric wheel chair to the parking lot, where I would be hard-pressed to lift the chair into

Reflect  “Don’t change!” I plead to the traffic light at the end of the exit ramp. No use. I brake to a stop beside a

Reflect “Lord, open my lips and my mouth will proclaim your praise.” I begin morning prayer with these words from Psalm 51. Recently I have

Reflect  Three times in chapter 20 of John’s gospel, Jesus greets his disciples with “Peace be with you.” How well he knew them, his “brothers,”