It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.

Imagine the wizened quality of a life blanched of contradiction and double standard.p 44

Over the years, I have developed a visceral reaction to families and victims expressing surprise at tragedy. Why are we surprised? Why do we forget we are mortal? Bad, bad things happen everywhere, every day....

I stand beside Tom’s barn and ponder the benign heedlessness of the people in the speeding cars, and here I am in the speeding car. In my heart I wish the bypass had never been...

[Fire] is lightfooted and shamanic, dancing between the visible and invisible, undoing matter one collapsed molecule at a time, wreaking utter destruction with a touch softer than breath. Its poor cousins, wind and water, are...

Mom is a compulsive reader. She reads for pleasure, she reads to edify herself, but more often than not, she reads because she can’t help it. I understand. The minute I find myself sitting still,...

I will never cut it as a Quaker – I cannot find it in me to renounce all violence, not with two daughters under my protection – but I do love their silent hour, which...

We were the church. As the New Testament instructed. When it was time for Sunday morning meeting, we convened in private homes. To raise a structure and call it a church was the worldly way....

We talk about how he and Leanne are doing knowing full well there is no sufficient answer.p 294

The tough times start,” he said, “the day the last casserole dish is returned.