My mother grew up in a violent home. But violence was not the totality of her life.
The remarkable, costly life of a secular saint
Lately I find myself returning to the writing of Brian Doyle.
Grant Macaskill’s reflection on neurodiversity becomes a stimulus to renewal of faith.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “scar.”
Time ignores our every attempt to harness it.
I was diagnosed just after Christmas. It changed my perspective on the incarnation.
David Vincent’s exhaustive tome suggests that fruitful solitude has often been linked to privilege.
When I’m simply present to my own pain, I learn to be present to others’ pain, too.
As the rotating nativity spun, I kept watching Jesus.