Every nook and cranny of this old wooden ark of a church held memories, and they came flooding back to…
Tom BoogaartApril 5, 2021
I walked through the tunnel which burrowed through a sand dune and opened onto a deck with a view of…
Tom BoogaartNovember 18, 2020
We reflect on the meaning of our lives not because we believe we are so important; we reflect on our…
Tom BoogaartMay 13, 2020
When I was growing up, Easter moved me the least of all the holy days in the church year. I…
Tom BoogaartApril 14, 2020
Our lives consist of an innumerable succession of moments, and most of them seem to pass unremembered into oblivion. We…
Tom BoogaartMarch 13, 2020
I said, "Yes!" without really thinking about it. This group of young people had become my friends. We had worked…
Tom BoogaartFebruary 26, 2020
Homemakers From the immense and undifferentiated space in the world, all of us claim our own. In one way or…
Tom BoogaartJanuary 29, 2020
Nearly every summer since 1983, my extended family has rented summer cabins on Pine Lake near Wellston, Michigan. The cabins…
Tom BoogaartJanuary 13, 2020
I was out of town on the day that my Grandma Gillespie died. As soon as I returned, I went…
Tom BoogaartDecember 19, 2019
