Love grows where there’s room for it.
The one whose vocation is love lives in a narrative that is controlled by reality.
That’s the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. “Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?” (Mary
Looking up, I knew this was a moment to behold. Across the living room from me sat Jim Forest, laughing among friends while in
(This will be among the many essays featured in the forthcoming book Notes on Silence that I’m co-authoring with Patrick Shen which can be purchased
“My dishonesty with myself and others hinders the honesty of all humanity, hinders the progress of all people.” Journal entry on 2/12/12 In 2012 I