I held ten stones. My friend held two more.
Life of Faith
These three stances toward God are the beginning of faith.
She died in her nurse’s arms.
The ancestral religious practices of the African diaspora were forced underground by the White church.
The ancient wisdom text urges us to find joy in the limits of the present moment.
A collection of remembrances that bind the living and the dead
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.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “scar.”
Grant Macaskill’s reflection on neurodiversity becomes a stimulus to renewal of faith.
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.