Brother Steve Mathonnet-VanderWell’s recent post on The Twelve, Slouching Toward Augustine, ignited some cognitive dissonance for me. (And cognitive dissonance is good, as Steve reminded

As regular readers of my Twelve contributions know, I read to my daughters every night from the diaries I kept when I was their age.

This past Saturday morning, I attended a workshop at The Colossian Forum’s annual conference. The workshop was titled Beyond Good Intentions: The Practices of Calm

When it comes to “what to say” and “what not to say” to someone who is grieving, I have come to learn that prepositions matter.

I will always remember the first birthday card my new mother-in-law gave to me as her daughter-in-law. I don’t remember the card itself, or the

This Sunday afternoon, I will be officiating the wedding of a young woman in my congregation. Given that she is a philosopher and a linguist,

Note: If a film in which two socially awkward men make up paddleball games, do jigsaw puzzles, watch kung-fu movies, and face a terminal diagnosis,

A number of months ago, I wrote a reflection on being written into the story, inspired by Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee’s dialogue in J.R.R.

“Is this just going to keep happening?” my seven year old daughter asked. Her voice caught in her throat. Her eyes were tired from crying.