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
hope of things not seen 