a slow journey

A memory of learning to ride my bike came to me this morning. I remembered my purple hand-me-down bike with the white plastic woven...

There was a time when the only deep breaths I would take were as I sat in a doctor's office and they would place their cold stethoscope...

I didn't grow up celebrating Advent. In fact, if you had asked me what it was I probably would have said "it sounds Catholic" or...

For a quick recap to see what got me to part II - see part I. Since I had enrolled in a two-year program for spiritual direction, I...

I remember coming out of my mo...just kidding - I won't start there. A few months ago I suggested to someone that it might be helpful if...