Yesterday morning was one of those perfect Maryland summer mornings, all the more appreciated after the brutal… Read the postA thought on purgatory…
“It is useless to flog a tired mind, useless to reproach a tired heart; the… Read the post“It is useless to flog a tired mind…”
“Why yes, on my mother’s side” I replied, somewhat bemused. It was a question asked… Read the postYou Must Be German
There is a line of narrative in one of my favorite Lucy Maud Montgomery books… Read the postGrief staining backwards…
The familiar tag line from a credit card commercial “What’s in your wallet?” I had… Read the post“What’s in your wallet?”
I picked up a book that had been given me recently, “Mysteries of the Virgin… Read the postSculpting a heart room.
Words from a wise Franciscan that keep coming back to me. I don’t like not… Read the postKeeping a finger on the pain
This week has matched the dates of Justin’s death and funeral. This Saturday morning in the… Read the postFollowing the Naked Christ
