My best wishes to everyone for a safe and restorative holiday weekend. At our home, we divided up the cooking responsibilities, and everyone pitched in. I’m grateful that Mrs. T. cooked the turkey, which came out great. Her father and stepmother came over. It was a relaxing day. All the downtime gave me time to read Trevor
Mrs. T. and I have been chatting off and on about what happens when people are devalued and are treated as a means to an end. Bad stuff happens. Then, this morning, I listened to a riveting podcast about a hostage situation about which I’ve never heard before. It’s from This American Life. Here is
I just read that he passed away. British politician Blair McDougall circulated in Twitter the photo at the bottom. It is from Wiesel’s autobiography, Night, from when he arrived at Auschwitz. Rest in peace, Elie Wiesel. More words are challenging and aren’t necessary, I think.
The video below, or click here, is one of the most moving I’ve ever seen. Watch it now, and I will save my comments below for afterwards. I first met Andy Palmer about 15 years ago. We used to meet for periodic breakfasts and lunches. I had asked my friend Tony Frazier for the name of one
Living in Tanzania. That’s what Stephen Pope is doing. After graduating from Roxbury Latin, Boston College, and working for a few years, he is now serving as a Maryknoll lay missioner in Tanzania. I just stumbled upon his blog, in which he has started to chronicle his experiences. It’s a fascinating read. After a few searches,
Everyone has a dark secret, I’m convinced. It’s likely something that happened to us in the past, and a memory which we no longer want to retrieve. But, when a whisper of that moment resurrects, it can bring on sudden and seemingly unexplainable feelings of fear, shame, anger, and self-loathing. One of my favorite parts