Fred Rogers first came through his front door and into our homes fifty years ago. He put on his sneakers and his cardigan and welcomed everyone to his neighborhood. My
Andres directed his flashlight into the belly of a large-leafed tropical plant. The leaves splayed out like a fountain, protecting a doll-sized cup at the base. He invited each of
Flora came to the United States from Central America when she was 25 years old. Left behind were her mother, three sisters and a younger brother, as well as a
Tom died nine years ago after a massive stroke. His life had not been easy and so those of us who knew him looked upon his death as a release
The children were tumbling all over each other in their excitement. Tonight was Christmas Eve and soon they would be going to the big cathedral for the Christmas service. It
This is the season of anticipation. Children wait for Santa. On these long, dark nights, we look forward to the sun’s slow turn north. In my tradition, we await a
I was under the gun to get this column finished. The editor had me in her sights so I decided to bite the bullet and give it my best
Mimi was my surrogate grandmother all the years I was growing up. She was born in St. Raphael, France, near Nice. Born of a second-generation Italian father and a French
Usually this is not the question. Rather, it’s why isn’t God? Why isn’t God doing something about the refugees? Why does God allow wars and famine and disease? Why does
Centuries ago, a wise prophet and a dreamer observed that without a vision, the people will perish. My daughter moved to Australia in 2001. Over the course of several visits
Charles and Winnie Wilmore had moved to a house in East New Orleans in August, 2005, just three weeks before Hurricane Katrina. They had been able to locate a home
My last blog, “Who is God?” was the second in a series of five. I will continue with the third one but I’m taking a break this week to muse