Standing beneath the spotlights on our small church stage, we practiced the songs for service this morning. Looking down, the words on the music stand blurred. No, not blurred, not exactly. It was as if the lights were too bright, the writing too soft, or… Read More
I think this is where we were for Kaleb, I said to Vinnie as we walked into the parlor. Was it the same for Pepere, too? We’ve done this walk before, as a family, too many times in our recent years. Things are blurring together in my… Read More
I’m sitting in the grey light of a Friday morning, at the tail end of a week when it has rained and monsoon like winds have gusted, shaking down the the final bursts of autumn color. It’s the tipping point of the year, the final… Read More
