While on our month-long road trip this summer, on the back roads of Illinois, we passed the cemetery pictured above at a speed of about forty miles an hour. I asked Henry if we could turn around because my mind read “Blacks’ Cemetery,” and I couldn’t believe the...
See this rock? It’s one of the thousands I walked by during my time in Colorado last month. They call that area the Rocky Mountains for a reason—lots and lots of rocks, as I shared in some of my Instagram images a couple of weeks ago. Today, however, I want to ponder...
I’ve been writing poems again, and this week I thought I would share a few, in keeping with my earlier post on the importance of poetry in our lives. I’m also pleased to report that another friend has just published a book of poetry. I haven’t read it yet—just ordered...
Last Wednesday, many across the country and the world were introduced to Amanda Gorman for the first time when she recited her poem “The Hill We Climb” at the presidential inauguration. I had previously encountered her poetry online and appreciate her effective...
Last month I shared some reflections on pilgrimage as part of a book launch. Today, I’m doing something similar—and one of my homilies is in today’s book, which I also copyedited! A Stranger and You Welcomed Me is the newest edition in a series entitled Homilists for...
A few days ago, on my morning walk, I passed a very poignant scene. A young boy, probably five or six years old, stood on his tiptoes, leaning into the passenger window of a red sports car. Clutching a stuffed toy, he cried out, over and over again, “I don’t want you...