When all days seem alike, maybe the best unit of measure is love.
The language of war garners collective resolve. But that’s not all it does.
We seem to be relearning the social benefits of building community with our not-so-close neighbors.
A plague is being visited on all of us, but not evenly.
After the resurrection, the disciples’ words failed too.
I’ve been thinking about a French horn teacher I once had.
The people we deem invisible are holding us together right now.
The ACA never attempted the kind of structural reform our health-care system needs.