I begin listening to Christmas music somewhere around mid-March. I’m aware this isn’t a universal practice and you probably wait to turn on “All I Want For Christmas Is You” until you’re doing your Black Friday shopping. That’s fine, but I’m ready to rejoice and jingle some bells long before then. My love of Christmas …
When I took Joey on his morning walk and we strolled over to our coffee shop, it was a grey and rather bleak day so I knew an afternoon jaunt down to the river wouldn’t be happening. I’d been looking forward to reading by the water but it wasn’t meant to be. One of life’s …
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Rachel Held Evans is someone I never met. I never had any correspondence with her and we weren’t pen pals or even Twitter friends. But I knew her. I knew her through her books; books which one-by-one, shifted the makeup of my understanding and expanded the scope of my faith. Today, she left us. Of …
Tonight, I met a ghost. I had plans to go to dinner and see a show with some friends so as the sun began its descent, I walked from the train station to the restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen. I was minding my own business, enjoying the weather and the golden hour sunlight, but as I …
In my life, the department store has been the great emasculator. I don't consider myself an anxious person. I tend to be level-headed and independent, driven and focused to a fault, but something happens when I step into an H&M. My blood pressure begins to rise, my sweat glands open like flowers in the sun, …
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