There are days, many days, when I don’t understand why I try to play the game.
Then there are days like Thursday.
Continue readingThere are days, many days, when I don’t understand why I try to play the game.
Then there are days like Thursday.
Continue readingYou can’t quite see it, but trust me: it’s there.
Continue readingI’m not typically a Roamin’ Catholic. When I break Eucharistic bread, nine times out of ten it’s at my home parish – a place dedicated to the patronage of St. Joseph.
Continue readingAhhh…relief!
Continue readingEver notice how a bright light, a spotlight, almost never fails to spark something in the soul?
Continue readingThere’s something remarkably humbling about encountering the souvenirs of a moonshot.
Continue readingMaking my way to the Lone Star State early last week, I awoke to the distinct impression that I had been entombed.
Continue readingWent to a basketball game the other evening, and a scuffle broke out.
Continue readingIt only hurts when I move. Or remain stationary. Or raise my left arm. Or let it rest.
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