If you’ve ever spent any time with our family, you might already know this: the Potts kids are super comfortable talking about death. Unsettlingly so, if you ask me. Sam routinely hands…
We Pottses love to celebrate. Whether it’s piano recitals, first or last days of school, finishing a project, cleaning out a closet, catching up on laundry, or finally getting rid of…
As summer arrives here on Cape Cod, it seems easy to find God. As I write this I’m looking out my window at new buds opening into sunshine and at bright-breasted…
Matt and I don’t fight that often. For that, I’m grateful. (That’s not to say that we don’t get on each other’s nerves sometimes!) During our engagement, we had one big…
I’m not sure how I landed at St. Barnabas as the Director of Children’s Ministries. My spiritual path and my vocational pursuit rarely—if ever—overlap. And the paths for both have…
Whatever you do, don’t call me religious. Because I know what you’re thinking. We all know what you’re thinking. You’re imagining that I quote scripture to prove arguments, that I’m judging others…
First, let me say that this article assumes your children are white. Parents with children of color in this country are simply not afforded the luxury of carefully planning the…
Part of my job at Saint Barnabas includes writing articles for our quarterly parish newsletter. When the editor asked me to write about what was “new and exciting” for our…
We’ve had several difficult conversations in our house since the Orlando massacre earlier this month. Usually we shield the kids from the news after these events, and especially from our…
