I spent last Saturday at one of the few remaining vast landscapes that lack cell service. We hiked through Joshua Tree National Park in Southern California. As we left the park, I opened my phone to share some of the group photos taken among the stunning scenery with my two sister-in-laws who were in the hiking group.
As we rode down the bumpy streets of Loiza, a coastal town in northern Puerto Rico, I asked Edgar, “So is what we’ve experienced so far common?” Edgar is on the construction crew for Techos Pa Mi Gente (TPMG),
I have a confession to make. Two-part confession. I’m a news junkie. I subscribe to four newspapers and follow multiple digital news outlets. I try to hear both sides of an issue.
During that week between Christmas and New Year’s when I was never quite sure what day of the week it was, my husband sent me an article contrasting “resolutions” with “rituals.”
Here’s a fun question: What’s the difference between a Chiefs game and a worship service in church? The list would be long, no doubt. But according to author Barbara Ehrenreich, the two have more in common than we might imagine, or they once did.
As I walk down the main hallway to my office, I can just feel it. Something is about to happen. As the poet Scott Cairns writes, “the air is scented with the prayer of pines.”
One of my favorite Christmas songs is “In the Bleak Midwinter”. But it doesn’t sound very cheerful! I like the dissonance and eerie sounds, the harsh images: wind moaning, earth hard as iron, snow on snow.
Over the Thanksgiving holiday, my extended family had a conversation about secret code words. I had read recently in the Wall Street Journal that families need to protect themselves from scam artists.
Did you see the press release from BBC News about the 2025 “word of the year” according to the Cambridge Dictionary? The word is parasocial, defined as a “relationship felt by someone between themselves and a famous person they do not know.”
Did you see the press release from BBC News about the 2025 “word of the year” according to the Cambridge Dictionary? The word is parasocial, defined as a “relationship felt by someone between themselves and a famous person they do not know.”
We were walking along 7th Street on a sunny yet breezy fall day. “Turn here on Spruce.” Our guides were talking about how that neighborhood had transformed from a dangerous, violent crime zone to an inviting, homey place for children to freely play.
Though it’s November and there are no more red tomatoes on the vine to pick, I still find myself “walking the garden.” I need to feel the grass under my feet.
Tonight, children will go from door to door asking for free candy! “Trick or Treat.” An annual feast of joyful play and neighborliness. And tomorrow, 10.5 percent of Missourians will lose their ability to go to the store and purchase food through the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP)
I was a junior or senior in high school when I heard him speak. I don’t remember what he said exactly, but I remember how I felt when he said it. Something inside of me came alive and I believed I could be part of the solution.
A few weeks ago, I was passing through the hallway near the life-size carving of the Last Supper when I noticed two little 4-year-olds running over to peer into the glass-encased sculpture.
