Not One of Us

While thinking about what to write today, a tale about a man attending a certain church for the first time came to mind. He had spruced himself up as well as he could that Sunday morning. His shirt with frayed collar and a small, neatly mended patch beside the second...

Yes You Are

“I believe I’m supposed to share this,” Joanne told me. I smiled at my friend. She is a woman who weathered the premature death of her beloved husband, cared for her father and mother for years, and recently cried at her son’s memorial service. To look at her, you...