My toolbox is actually a tackle box.
Which is to say, I keep a collection of allen wrenches and screwdrivers in compartments meant for fishing hooks, lures and swivels.
Continue readingMy toolbox is actually a tackle box.
Which is to say, I keep a collection of allen wrenches and screwdrivers in compartments meant for fishing hooks, lures and swivels.
Continue readingThe light plays beautifully at Bluffview Park.
Continue readingIt’s been a while since we last had the chance to hear our eldest son preach, and to preside at Mass.
Continue reading‘Hey, Dad…I think maybe I owe you an apology.’
Continue readingI had a moment yesterday, but it’s rather difficult to explain.
Continue readingI’m better these days about inviting the Holy Spirit in…but there was a time in my life when the Advocate’s gentle, liberating presence typically came as a bit of a surprise.
The Baseball HOF didn’t trust me with a bat in my hands, I noticed.
We are an impatient lot. But even in our restlessness and petulance, we are not forgotten.
Continue readingThe state – my state – executed a guilty man yesterday.
Continue readingI am, at best, a mediocre ball-striker. As such, I know well when I have experienced a moment of grace in a golf match.
Continue reading