My friend Lewis Griggs had a near-death experience. On a rafting trip, a tree fell from the river’s edge and cracked his skull sending him into a coma for quite some time. Medical experts said there was a good chance he would die. When, instead, he returned to consciousness, he didn’t know who he was, […]
Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefulness, and gratefulness is a measure of our aliveness. David Steindl-Rast The other morning when Dear went to the barn she found our horse Fletcher with his ass to the automatic waterer in his stall trying
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The inspiring “March for Our Lives” protest, instigated by the nation’s high school students, prompts this reflection, beginning with a beautiful story about Archbishop Desmond Tutu. As a nine year-old child in South Africa, he was walking down a sidewalk with his mother. At that time, the nation’s apartheid customs, if not laws, dictated that
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An email from an acquaintance who subscribes to my writing said she was confronting some heartbreaking transitions and would welcome any thoughts I might have. In replying, it didn’t take long to realize I was talking to maybe every one of us. Dear Q, I’m honored that you would reach out to me, and grateful
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On Facebook, in response to the story of one more inhumane acton by some soulless politician, a Facebook friend posted a single word: “ENOUGH!” What do you suppose my friend really meant? What was the message? I think she was saying: “In this moment, I’m not able to free the magnitude of pain I feel.
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The king of sore throats came to town that evening. By midnight, gargling an ocean of salt water had provided only modest relief.
Recently, my son, daughter, and 19 year-old grandson, who live together in Rochester, New York, upon returning home from an afternoon outing of several hours, discovered in their kitchen an umbrella they’d never before seen. How it got there when all doors had been securely locked was a mystery solved only after a half-hour of
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