My heart takes “photos” and stores them away. I learned to “stop action” on certain… Read the postPhotos of My Heart, My Last Two Hugs
not really a good thing at all, especially if you live your life by schedules.… Read the postI am a week ahead of myself…
My mind keeps stealing back to this thought from Fr. Romanus Cessario, O.P. that I … Read the postProfound Sorrow and Exquisite Joy
“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
The familiar tag line from a credit card commercial “What’s in your wallet?” I had… Read the post“What’s in your wallet?”
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
Nine months ago today a Maryland State Trooper visited our house. It was noon on… Read the postReflections from Justin, Sacraments, Community, and The Face of God
