Tangled, pungent, rumpled. A bit feral. Maybe antiquarian. Almost a little bit delightfully disgusting. 

What caught my eye was the object upon which the Bible rested. Covered with a thick cloth but bark clearly…

I asked him if he had hurt himself on the journey. He said “No. I have MS.”

My task is to prevent the butterflies from escaping, but engaging with the kids and adults at the beauty of…

My life is a thread that is accustomed to following patterns and rules, but has – in recent years –…

Maybe the world doesn’t need another person weighing in on the controversy surrounding the tableau on the bridge, but I’m…

We humbly acknowledge that it is the kindness, tolerance, and patience of God that has lead us to this act…

I’ve been thinking about the wounded right ears of Malchas and Donald Trump. An atmosphere of enmity, fear, and confrontation, then…

In a flood no one saw coming I lost my own personal copy of What We Talk About When We Talk…

There is a time to let go, to turn the page, to move forward. There is time to let the…