I like the dust and ashes and all. But I really like the ground.

Now I know about the doctor’s appointment, the scan, the meeting at work, parent-teacher conferences. Easy communication is a double-edged tool when it comes to

As I walk alongside my bother Tony in his state of serious illness and the prospect of dying too soon, I am challenged to be

I don’t have any memories of sermons from the second services, probably because I was often downstairs under the tutelage of Bob the Tomato instead.

It’s all very educational. I have learned a lot about British life. For instance, the murder rate in small towns in England is disturbingly high.

The story is told of a young girl carrying her infant brother. When someone asked whether she was able, she replied, “He ain’t heavy; he’s

I admit I have a very limited range of compassion for the powers, local and national, who have sold America down the river, and even

With Valentine’s Day looming on the weekend, who can blame the marketers of the newest Wuthering Heights film for deciding to release the film to

The complete absence of homophobia in Schitt’s Creek is perhaps best described as indifference rather than declarations of acceptance.

Back in 1994, Fred Rogers noticed a subtle but significant shift stirring in the human soul. Long before push notifications and pocket-sized portals to the

It’s less about losing the second service than losing a sabbatical counterculture.

We are invited into the practice — the shaking, the songs, the religious euphoria of their worship.