Meg Barnhouse

THE RESOLUTION RUT 

          Many years ago, a woman came up to me after I spoke to her book club and asked if would like to read the journal of her distant great-great-great aunt, a lady who lived during the Civil…

Originally published in the UU World Magazine online

The holidays are so tangled up with traditions, expectations, disappointments, and joys, tangled like the strings of lights you dig out of dusty boxes, or the plastic tubs you bought that…

BRAHMA BULL, KNIVES, FLU SHOTS 

It was my cousin Lila’s year to be host for the annual reunion my mother's family holds every Thanksgiving, so about sixty of us were gathering at her house. She had written to ask if…

Pegasus 

The Jungian analyst told me at our first phone call that I should pay attention to any dream I had the night before we met. It could hold guidance for us as we began our sessions. The faculty grant…

The voice that made me change my name. 

Since I started kindergarten I’ve been made aware that I don’t follow instructions well. “A- YUUUN,” I would hear my teachers say. My grandmother, my mama, and other instruction-givers in the…

IF I WERE TO MAKE UP MY OWN RELIGION 

Once, long ago, in a confrontation about how people in my Unitarian Universalist congregation celebrate Easter, someone sneered, “So, if you all don’t believe in the bodily resurrection of Jesus, what…