I promised six weeks ago that I would make a practice of doing a round-up every six weeks of things I loved from that period. Looks like it’s that time, so here goes! This week, I recommend: Boston Philharmonic: Okay, so I didn’t actually love the Boston Philharmonic that much, but my friends loved it, […]
I sat behind her in the shuttle on the hour-and-a-half ride from Eau Claire to the Minneapolis airport. I was on my way back to Boston after a Thanksgiving spent with my family, she and her husband on their way back to New York after Thanksgiving with his. She was originally from Mexico and carried
It’s Thanksgiving, and I am home for a short but rich holiday with family, lots of food, and good friends. God has blessed me abundantly, and at times like this, it comes naturally to say thank you. I’ve never known real want, though, so it is easy for me to take all this richness for granted.
A reader from Ontario sent this picture and quote, and said if I wanted to, I could share them with you. I wanted to. So I did.
Because I am interested in history—and particularly the history of oppressed people groups—my ears always perk when my friend and fellow writer Shel Pais starts talking about his dad, a Holocaust survivor. “His story is part of who I am today,” Shel wrote to me once. In this post, he’s agreed to share part of
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