Baby sister no more, and yet always
I remember the first day of December, eighteen years ago. It was a soft, snowy morning on our farm on the western edge of Minnesota, and my two sisters ...
I remember the first day of December, eighteen years ago. It was a soft, snowy morning on our farm on the western edge of Minnesota, and my two sisters ...
Two young priests I was in seminary with — and the only identical twin priests I know — have been bravely blogging about their experience of ministerial priesth...
Putting one's words out into the world is not a thing to be undertaken lightly. To put one's life before an unseen public in writing is another level beyond tha...
A big shout out to a new voice in the blogosphere! My old mate Brandon Terrell has set up shop over at mental-records.blogspot.com, and so far it is stella...
It’s going to be a show. It’s going to be a party. It’s going to be something to remember when all other memories have fled and our f...