Exactly one month from today, July 11th, I will stand at the place of Justin’s… Read the postI was there when he drew his first breath, I need to see where he breathed his last.
We received a beautiful letter from friends of Justin, they opened by apologizing for not… Read the postTo Justin’s friends,
We are a small guild, tightly knit together, bound together by blood, barley, and hops.… Read the postA Meeting of the Brewer’s Guild
The trifecta of spring grief was intense this year. It started with his birthday, moved… Read the postWeaving Peace
I am on a purging binge, again. I hate stuff, so sick of stuff. Stuff… Read the postSo sick of stuff.
A question I have had for well over a year now, and a question that… Read the postCan we really prove that God exists?
Since January I have been culling through my book stacks, the “want to read again… Read the postStacks and stacks of books.
I am still collecting and reflecting on my thoughts from the conference I attended last… Read the postGetting Lost, again. Getting Found, again.
For two Fridays in a row that question has come up in the preacher’s homily.… Read the postDo you trust me? The difference between intimacy and quickies.
