Running in the Rain
I lay in bed listening to the rain. The brook outside my bedroom door, normally babbling, was now a loud roar. I remember when weather like…
read moreI lay in bed listening to the rain. The brook outside my bedroom door, normally babbling, was now a loud roar. I remember when weather like…
read moreWhen I told friends I was going to walk the Camino to Santiago, they would ask, “Is it like the AT?” “No — I could…
read moreAs the holiday season draws nearer, so do my responsibilities as a mother and college professor. Meeting work deadlines, traveling for business, attending committee meetings,…
read moreDuring my many years of volunteer service (primarily in hunger relief organizations), I’ve witnessed a frustrating phenomenon. While people (admirably) tend to focus on opportunities…
read moreIn a BRAND NEW version of our classic video, Busted Halo explains the significance of the final week we spend preparing for Easter.
read moreI swung my legs off the top bunk, but as soon as I put weight on my left foot to climb down the ladder, a…
read moreAs a Resident Assistant at the University of Scranton, one of my jobs was to promote activities being held in our building. This usually involved…
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