I made the best choices I could with the resources and knowledge I had at the time.
Denouement
Literary Heroes: Eliot Rosewater and Radical Love in “God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater”
The world is full of suffering people. Some of us feel it more deeply than others. Empathetic souls recognize the suffering of other people—pain, hunger, poverty, displacement, fear, loss, anger, war—and it […]
Driving Solo
In my pre-teen Xanadu era, my love for music was unfettered and expansive. I sang all the time, any song I wanted, as loud as I wanted, whenever I wanted. Then something changed.
Knives Out: A Love Story With Wicked Edges
It’s scary sometimes how you can be going along in your life thinking you’ve got everything all sewn up, and suddenly you don’t. I hit my sixties and felt I’d finally gotten […]
Following the Green Trail, or Adventures in Cannabis Tourism
On a recent Sunday afternoon, Greg and I took a drive along I-68 toward Cumberland, Maryland. The weather was perfect, high winds blowing puffy clouds across a perfectly blue sky. The state […]
No, Jesus Was not a Zombie, and other Easter Musings
I love these questions. I love knowing that the kids are really thinking about their faith, about how it fits into the real and fictional parts of the world around them
Five Years Later, God’s Still Winking
Today, as this fifth-year-anniversary post publishes and I work, every day, to let go of my need for control over everything and follow God’s lead, I see Him sending me everything from millisecond twitches to slow-motion stage winks.
Pruning
All I can do is keep the memories of my blossoming years in my heart, and hope for a return of summer.
A Meditation on Crying, Margery Kempe, and the Gift of Tears
We were exploring the old Spanish Quarter in St. Augustine when it happened. We had just stepped out of a quaint clothing shop and back into the Florida sunshine when my cell […]
The (Bonus!) Destination, Part 6: Eorzea by Way of Las Vegas
After the experience we had traveling through Europe with teenagers, it’s probably a wonder I ever left my house with them again. But I did . . .
The Gloria Sirens 