Sherri Gragg

Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards

Monthly Archives: August, 2007

Perpective on Hope

Hope.  Something about the very word stirs our hearts on a primeval level.  The drive to believe the way is never utterly dark is woven into the very fabric of … Continue reading

August 31, 2007 · 5 Comments

Perspective on Sufficiency

He was so sure he had it all together, so confident he was right. He had played by the rules all his life, and he had played with excellence. Everything … Continue reading

August 29, 2007 · 3 Comments

A Matter of Perspective

Perspective. As I have been thinking about joy, the word that keeps coming back to me over and over is “perspective.” What I have realized, is that most times I … Continue reading

August 26, 2007 · 4 Comments

New IEP

It was no ordinary classroom.  There were no desks, overhead projectors, or dry erase boards, just the Master seated in his chair and the bare, richly hued wood floor beneath … Continue reading

August 23, 2007 · 2 Comments

Proof of My Insanity on a Leash

Well, I was sitting around thinking and I said to myself, “You know, it is just not crazy enough around here with five kids and I am a little shy … Continue reading

August 20, 2007 · 11 Comments

The Abbey of Gesthemani 2

The most beautiful statues at the monastery are the two pieces that make up “The Garden of Gesthemani” which were donated to the monastery in memory of Johnathan M. Daniels, a young … Continue reading

August 17, 2007 · Leave a comment

The Abbey of Gesthemani

Here are some photos from my retreat at The Abbey of Gesthemani in June.  This first photo is of a sign posted in the elevator of the retreat house.  I … Continue reading

August 17, 2007 · 2 Comments

Karate Guy

It seems we have a new summer tradition in our home.  For the past three years, when it gets hot…. really, really hot, one of our air conditioning units says, … Continue reading

August 16, 2007 · 2 Comments

Going Home and Unraveling the Veil

As far back as anyone remembers, the roots of my family tree run deep in the red clay of Mississippi soil.  My Mom and Dad were among the first and … Continue reading

August 12, 2007 · 5 Comments

Growing Old and Growing Brave

“Gather a few things,” Yves told her.  “Come with us.”  “I cannot leave,” Felice said.  “I am afraid.  This must be what it means to get old.  I never was … Continue reading

August 9, 2007 · 5 Comments