Were we even persons to him?
That Guy
Were we even persons to him?
A Slow Fuse and Fast Food
I remember a few years back when I was not so sanguine about my fast food.
But Without Faith, It is Impossible to Have Religion
My values define me more than my religion.
I Needed to Help Someone
"I don't want to leave him alone," she said... "He has autism."
Reflection on my Previous Life
I still cry every day.
Nearly Done
The pastor prepares himself for the question the widow will ask him once the funeral is over, the relatives go home, and the shock has worn off: “Did my husband go to hell?”
A Dark College and a Cold Bench
“It’s a dreadful place,” I say to the boy. “An institution trying to maintain itself, toadying to the monied members of a stultifying religion."
Encouraging My Younger Self
I go to him and stand invisible beside him.
Red Wine and a French Maid’s Uniform.
Later, a middle-aged, balding man with a goatee came through the self-checkout. He was wearing… and I kid you not… a French maid’s uniform.
Finding My Power Again
All my life, I've trained to be a person who notices and helps when someone is in distress.
Deep Calls 