The other day I found myself in the home of the president of my congregation. The board of trustees was having its annual retreat, welcoming new board members, setting priorities, etc.

So you’ve got a bunch of really pressing, life-changing, love-soaked problems, and you’ve tied yourself up into knots of anxiety. Desperate for relief, perspective and a change, you take yourself to the foothills to walk.

When my husband Eric and I traded in our old cell phones for iPhones we noticed a subtle but profound change in our lives.

In a sense, what it means to be UU is to continually embrace mystery—mystery of the divine, mystery of the sacred, and even the mystery of what is the right language to grapple with these concepts.

god is no noun. and certainly not an adjective. god is at least a verb, and even that shrinks her.

My physicist father drove me crazy. I would ask him what rainbows were made of, and by the time he had pontificated for 15 or 20 minutes I would be desperately bored, sorry I asked, squirming to get away.

As part of trying to define who we are and what we are called to do, Unitarian Universalists have come up with not only seven Principles that list the things that we “covenant to affirm and promote” but also a list of six Sources of our living tradition.

Did you know that you can watch video of many events of the UUA General Assembly online?

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

How many of you have a decent relationship with the Bible —as in, you’ve had at least a couple of conversations and neither of you left angry?