There’s a well-worn cliché, and lots of old-time comedy bits, that men and their mothers-in-law don’t get along. I never experienced that cliché myself. My…
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I’ve written before of my abiding love for The Road, the late Cormac McCarthy’s spare novel about a man’s journey to get his young son…
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In retrospect, a hurricane-scarred sea island was the right place and a perfect metaphor for celebrating my five-year cancer survivorship milestone. The lovely Sarah took…
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I used to be a big believer in New Year’s resolutions. Most often, when I made resolutions focused on losing weight. I’ll go to the…
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It’s been a tough year. The list of grievances against 2016 continues to grow: the Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando; black men killed by police…
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“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink…” (Matt 25:35) The young man with the gray…
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“When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he’d reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.…
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I’ve had the privilege of talking a lot about gratitude at my church for the last three weeks. During our adult faith formation sessions, I’ve…
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Sometimes it seems cancer diagnoses come in waves. I traveled to and from Washington, DC, in the span of 26 hours last week. During that…
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It’s been an amazing year. So many wonderful, dreams-come-true events have happened, but none of it would matter if I weren’t surrounded by loving friends…