Happy New Year. 2019 feels so fresh, so full of possibility. Like new spiral notebooks on the first day of school—clean and open to creativity. You’d think with all our practice at New Year’s self-improvement, we’d be practically perfect by…
One of my last sweet memories of my dad is of him poking out of my van’s skylight with his camera. He was working on a painting of a salt marsh, and he wanted me to drive him out to…
"Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it. God Himself was pulled after us into the vortex we made when we fell, or so the story goes. And while He was on earth He mended families.…
My friend would have turned 90 last Saturday, but instead of having her birthday party, we celebrated her life with a memorial service. I believe we are all connected, but my friend (She didn’t want her name on the Internet)…
Thirty-six years ago, I was married on a sunny August afternoon. We listened that day to what I think of as the Happiness Gospel. Jesus says: Do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body,…
“Save Us from the Time of Trial.” The Lord’s Prayer Jason Gay has a fine article in the Wall Street Journal about a skyscraper climb of One World Trade Center. Nearly 1,000 friends and family of the first responders who died…
For me, Christmas and nostalgia walk hand in hand. Every ornament has its story; every decoration a memory. Our tree always displays a Northwestern University ornament—although no one in the family went there. It was the gift of a young…
