
World Citizens
“I love you,” I murmured into my son’s chest, his 6’4″ frame wrapped around me. Lanky and strong he held me tight, “I’ll miss you,
“I love you,” I murmured into my son’s chest, his 6’4″ frame wrapped around me. Lanky and strong he held me tight, “I’ll miss you,
The first calls are the crickets, the peepers–their piercing chirps blended into a low hum–a backdrop of a day about to begin. Bird calls pierce
Last night Notre Dame burned.
Descending on the city of New Orleans late last night, the river’s curve beckoned like an elbow. The curve of a hug, calling us in.
Dear Anna, saying goodbye to 2018 is particularly hard.
The day began with an exploration of the idea of articulation–a morning reading to send the mind in a new direction. Reading Mark Nepo’s Seven
I recently returned from a big, full, colorful trip to Thailand. The tail end of the trip was marred by Dengue Fever–brought on by some
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