A quiet season
It’s been a quiet season. I haven’t been writing much at all. There’s no lack of thought, of wrestling with ideas, or experimenting with words...
It’s been a quiet season. I haven’t been writing much at all. There’s no lack of thought, of wrestling with ideas, or experimenting with words...
I am the lad with the paper bag lunch. Five barley loaves and two small fishes. The food of the poor. Coarse, dark bread, that kind that gets shared with animal...
It’s ten days into the new year already, and I’m a little late for goal-setting. Our Christmas tree is still up. I’ve still been blasting the ...
It’s only the middle of November, but the journey to Christmas is already well underway. Is it just me, or have things gotten a little louder, a little f...
There is no one word that can fitly capture Christmas. It is a celebration of holy mystery, divine wonder, an ever deepening pool whose treasures increase as th...