At this moment in my life, I feel like I can live as an authentic person of faith with increasing vigor. My life's journey has been a ...

Today was spent quietly cleaning our house: washing floors and clothes, wiping down counters and toilets, vacuuming, dusting and all the r...

Some 17 years ago, my spiritual director in Tucson told me that my on-again/ off-again approach to quiet, personal prayer was both natural a...

The brilliant musical arranger - and performer - T. Bone Burnett once recorded an album of out of the box, confessional pop songs with a dis...

This morning, we were walking around the kitchen singing the old Pete Seeger ditty, "Get Up and Go." The chorus cheerfully proclai...

A few poems and readings today that have been speaking to me over the past few weeks. As I reflect on what it means to not only accept but...

Last night I had the strangest dream... or maybe it was early this morning. My father (deceased now for four years) and I were traveling tog...

"If we can hallow February," writes Christopher Hill, "we can hallow any time." For those of us living in North Coun...

The late William Burroughs - wealthy child of the bourgeoisie turned Beat poet, true beautiful loser, and thoroughly unique junkie - onc...