In an earlier post about reading my late mom’s diaries from the 1960s, I briefly mentioned how often she wrote about her weekly routine of

There is something incomplete about the span of your life – no matter how young or how old you are when you die. There is

My mom started keeping a daily diary on her 13th birthday in 1963. Aside from a gap in the mid-70s, she kept her diary going

In his autobiography, the early 20th century Greek philosopher and writer, Nikos Kazantzakis, offers this poetic look into our souls. Three Kinds of Souls Three

Earlier this year, I defended my doctoral thesis at Western Theological Seminary: Truthing in Love: Engaging Conflict with the Disarming Love of God. Someone in

This is the fourth in a series of posts about my mom’s death from lung cancer in November of 2020. Click here to read about her last meal, here to

This is the third in a series of posts about my mom’s death from lung cancer in November of 2020. Click here to read about her last

This is the second in a series of posts about my mom’s death from lung cancer in November of 2020. Click here to read about