I like to ask real questions. When I meet a person and they say, “My husband this...” or “My wife that…” I regularly ask, “Do you like...

A morning like so many others. Uneventful. Lunch-making and listening. The stagnant grey of mid-January in northern Virginia calling...

Love and merriment to you, friends. I hope you'll make time to be overcome, if only momentarily, by blessed gratitude for whatever it is...

I’m going to tell you a story. It’s still happening. To me. Inside me. This story is not about you in any specific sense. That said, my...

The thing about “they” as a pronoun is that it is far from neutral, particularly when heard and used, or -- not heard or used -- by...

I have given a lot of bad advice. I never meant to do it. It just happened. I was trying to help. I was trying to stop the pain. Aren’t...

“I always enjoy Cal’s presentations, but I thought it was deeply inappropriate to throw Critical Race Theory into the middle of a...

We are nothing without each other and yet, we treat each other like we’re nothing. We have got to do so much better. Last night, my...

Dear Body, As your only and most faithful tenant these many years, I must say, you’re the bomb. Lest you think me a common mid-Atlantic...

“Gah! That guy just spilled my coffee!” Actually, “that guy” just spilled whatever was in your cup. Could have been water. Could have...

“Ugh. That thing she said? It totally triggered me.” How many times have you heard this or something like it in the last handful of...

I’ve been reading The Person You Mean to Be: How Good People Fight Bias by Dolly Chugh. Oh, man. Every time I pick it up, I make sure I’m...

Humans are afraid of death. Don’t fight me on this. It’s a thing. It’s well-documented. There are those of us who have worked to make...

"Pull your shirt down!" came an adult female voice from off-field. I was playing football with the boys again. It was summer. It was hot....

“Hey, Bear. What’s up?” I move across my son’s bedroom toward his slumped little 10-year-old self behind the end of his bed. A sad scene,...

Viktor Frankl spent three years imprisoned in concentration camps during World War II. His wife, his father, his mother and brother were...

COVID invited me to lead a weekly book group about the book "Awake at the Bedside: Contemplative Teachings on Palliative and End of Life...