Have you ever done something habitual, totally commonplace, without thinking, and afterward, someone–or many someones–look at you as if you’ve just come back from the moon? This happened to me a few weeks ago… Continue reading
Having spent all morning laboring over A Case of the Mondays, I gathered myself to head into the office about noon yesterday. Waiting for me in my inbox when I got to work was a request to trek out to a hospice facility to perform Last Rites for a dying parishioner.
Uff. Continue reading
My grandfather died on a Monday. Continue reading
to be human is to be forgetful. Continue reading
The transcript of my eulogy on the occasion of my grandpa, Chuck Thomey’s death. Continue reading
