There is beauty in brokenness. Broken things can be restored. And so can broken people. As NJ Lindquist says, “what could be more b...

Christmas carries pain for many of us. Loved ones can’t join us or won’t. The warmth of the memories becomes icy cold envy in the ab...

I’ve always loved writing poetry. For years I neglected the craft, and now the joy of returning to it is indescribable. It makes me so ha...

"Scripta manent," our elderly friend, Father Croteau, recently said to me for no apparent reason. My Latin rusty, I as...

It’s backwards but more true than the original idiom, don't you think? I am thankful that I have not suffered extreme loss, yet for my...

Loss dogs the steps of our daily lives, darkens the corners of our minds, and squeezes our hearts. Seventeen years ago, on September 26, my ...