Life

Communication is such a fragile thing. Often an exhausting thing. How close do we ever get to saying what we really mean? Or hearing what was really meant? Conversations, like wrestlers circling each other on the mat, moving in closer with

I spoke at the funeral of a friend today. Military service at the national cemetery at Miramar. Crisp white naval uniforms folding the flag, taps from a lone distant bugle, fighter jets overhead, thanks from a grateful nation. Watching family

Provoking line from a film: I don't know what it is about going to high school with someone that makes you feel you're automatically friends for life. Who says? Who says friendship lasts forever? Older I get, one of the hardest

A longtime friend and part of our community died last week, and spending last moments with him and his family has me thinking again about grief and loss and how we comfort each other and learn to heal. And asked to

A friend called and asked if I would speak to a friend of hers–a cancer patient who was staring down a hard road of chemotherapy and radiation. I didn’t know him or his family, but my friend said she thought

My wife has become quite the bird lady. With the running fountain and canopy of trees that came with the house we moved into last year and the little cloth bags full of seed and hummingbird juice she buys and places

Just now in the dark, coming out of silent prayer. First light brightening the windows. Wife and boys sleeping. Dogs sleeping. Cat sleeping. Very quiet. Furnace blows on and the warm breath and dark rushing are all at once comforting.