Coming Home

Going Home

World-weary and travel-worn, we turned our dusty black sedan down the long gravel driveway.  At the end ahead of us, waiting, was an old, Swiss-style house, all peaks and doors and sweeping curves and decks.  Parking on the slab of concrete, we turned off the car and climbed into the dusky air.  One of the two French double doors opened …

Ruins

In Our Ruins

When I was very young, my grandfather died in a car accident.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  He actually survived the car accident.  But he did not survive the medical care that followed.  There was some talk, to my understanding, that there were grounds for a medical malpractice suit.  However, I know for a fact there was a great deal …

Reborn

We Are Reborn

“This must be what it feels like when you begin to die.” That thought hit me one day when I was sitting alone in my room in the hospital.  It wasn’t a melancholy thought: it wasn’t despairing.  It was more of a stop-breathing, “whoa” moment.  Because it was true. I had just finished a week-long stint of a lethal chemo …

Advent

Advent

There are two times a year when mankind as a collective group acknowledges the thinness between our world and another. When we admit there might be more than the eye can behold and the fingers can touch. When we all bask and bathe in Wonder. Those two times are Halloween and Christmas. And of these two, the first cannot hold …