There was a curious kid I rode the bus with when I was in seventh grade. There was him and the most beautiful girl in the eighth grade, who, for whatever reason, loved sitting next to me during those long and bumpy morning rides. And then, there was the music […]
On select Mondays, I’ll link to a post that I consider powerful. These will be a roundup of stories from around the web. There is an old hymn that had some lyrics changed. The words went from “I climb the rainbow in the rain” to “I trace the rainbow through […]
I’ve listened to this song about 73 times in a row. There is something about it that won’t let me go. The song was written by Bob Dylan and is performed here by Bruce Hornsby. Girl From The North Country Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair, Where […]
She was a girl going on thirteen as I was, with a mouth that turned up at the corners. If we ever spoke to each other about anything of consequence, I have long since forgotten it. I have forgotten the color of her eyes. I have forgotten the sound of […]
I had a bit of a lonely start to college. I wasn’t used to living in the city and I missed my old friends. I really wanted to see a Red Sox game, but I didn’t have anyone to go with. So, I decided to go by myself. There were […]
How they forever altered the game that I love. I have to tell you that the worst thing the skeeball people ever did was to put those hundreds in the corner. This was an egregious thing that they did, and I will tell you why. First of all, it used […]
I think we all know the type. She is so starved for love that she’ll do just about anything to find acceptance. Her perpetual itch is longing so desperately to be scratched that she’ll give herself to anyone offering what seems to be an even lukewarm cup of water to […]
Have you ever had a dream that made absolutely no sense in hindsight, but you went with it at the time? Did you wake up and think about it some more and eventually realize how improbable and nonsensical the whole thing was? Well, I have had that same experience with […]
What is most close, most intimate, most present, often cannot be experienced directly but only with a certain distance…. Only in retrospect do I realize that something very important has taken place. Isn’t this true of all really important events in life? When I am together with someone I love very much we seldom talk about our relationship. The relationship, in fact, is too central to be a subject of talk. But later, after we have separated and write letters, we realize how much it means to us, and we even write about it.
– Henri Nouwen, The Genesse Diary
