Just as man cannot live without dreams, he cannot live without hope. —Elie
Wiesel
Background:
On 9/11/2001, one of the engines from the hijacked planes landed in our street,
almost killing
I travel on, following the winding trail of pale orange lights through the
darkness. There is a spectral aura about them that makes them slightly less
than comfortable. What else would one expect
We humans make sense of our lives by shaping them into narratives. Childhood is
the exposition; romances, tragedies, and accomplishments soar up the slope of
conflict to peak at the crisis of marriage,
My mom has a green thumb — a huge one. Something of a black thumb myself, I’ve
always admired her ability to turn an empty, desolate outdoor space into a
blooming oasis, all
Our church [http://www.holytrinityrec.org/] has always been a unique place. It
is small, it is Anglican, it is family. We worship with liturgical gusto.
Afterward, we gather outside on the patio