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What a difference four years makes.  One thousand four hundred sixty-two days, in fact, since I've seen my dad alive.  Yesterday marked...

At the end of this week, I find myself wanting to look back.  Not in regret or introspection, but in reflection and gratitude.  It's no...

I just finished reading Ross Douthat , Op-Ed columnist for the New York Times and his take on Christianity, "liberal" Christian...

My heart is heavy.  With sadness, with expectation, with remembrance.  I've been following the story of a man full of love and much lo...

His smile reminds me of Papa's.  Tentative at first, almost self-conscious, but luminous in full bloom, light wending its way through c...

I trek the quarter-mile walk from the backdoor of our apartment to the steep set of concrete steps leading up to the Pavilion, where I'...

She rises early, prepares breakfast for her family.  Gluten-free, sugar-free, dairy-free, she is not free to prepare whatever is simple an...