I stayed in the room the next night. My family was right—he was fantastic. Besides his obvious talent, what made him fantastic was his humility.

As a oncer, I wasn’t privy to the rather smug, insider adage. “Oncers become nonecers.” I’m glad to say, I’m counterevidence.

The children were lined up neatly in rows. It was startling to see them wearing t-shirts with my image on the front!

We associate hospitality with the stuffy dinner party served with the silverware that rarely leaves its cabinet in the dining room.

Eighteen saffron-robed Buddhist monks walked through my town. I am deeply moved that men from Loas and Taiwan and Vietnam risk drawing attention to themselves

Maybe, I thought, if I read more, understand more, listen more closely, maybe I will be okay.

This past Friday, January 16, is referred to as “Quitter’s Day,” because it’s the date by which most new year’s resolutions have been abandoned. January

In a garden in Stratford, Ontario is a war memorial depicting the triumph of justice over tyranny.

For apprentice musicians like me, the evening service served as the minor leagues. You could secure your debut slot for “special music” at the evening