I see that Better Conversation Week ran at the back end of November.  Good thinking.  If I give the locals several weeks to cool down from their week of angst,

He’s just done it again.  Jesus, Gentle Healer, heart beating full with love for those castoffs, speaks a word and heals the lepers.  His word alone, going forth, makes them

“For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”  Mr. Pope must’ve been thinking of me when he wrote that line.  

You may have seen him in Friday’s post (if not, skip down below).  If you know him at all (or if you read the post), you’ll know that he came

Just this week, he came home with a CD in his pocket, loaded with (swallowing hard) his senior pictures.  Eager, Mother flashed upstairs the next morning, tearing through them, smiling

No matter how I squirm and squiggle, writhe and wriggle with fear and excitement tangled up in near-equal parts, they won’t leave me alone, those dreams.  And then God Almighty

It was the sixth-grade concert, and our own Boy Three was just there to the right, third row up, standing stiffly amidst a sea of his classmates.  That green shirt