To suffer with
“I forgot where I parked my car,” she sighed, glancing at me with a worried look. “Oh, I hate when that happens,” I responded sincerely,...
Trapped in an Italian villa
I just spent a week in Italy with my family. We stayed in a villa. It was a dream. There’s just nothing like time abroad to shift one’s...
The wall that's worth a thousand words
I took down some art from my bedroom walls recently. “IKEA art isn’t real art,” I reasoned. (“That’s true,” my painter of a roommate...
Dinner parties can change the world
My friend Mary came over for dinner last night. For a few glorious hours, she and my roommate and I sat at the table and drank wine and...
Life or death in midair
All I want to know is if they survived. Well, I suppose it’s more than that. I want to know why they were driving so fast at 4:30 on a...
Come to me
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and...
Tell her you love her
I never thought I’d have so much in common with a fictional 12 year-old boy in small-town Illinois in 1928. Dandelion Wine ranks in my...
The case for summer
I think I should dub August the month of nostalgia. I’m not sure what it is about these late summer days, but I’m finding myself...
Buen, buen camino
I have a confession: I have spiritual amnesia. It’s a selective forgetting, an involuntary loss of graces and lessons and gems from God....
A glorious, glorious life
My grandfather died yesterday. If only I could convey to you what that means to me. What it means that Bob Balkam, deeply loving and...
