The young man was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the New York street, curled over, his head nearly touching the sidewalk. His backpack was several feet away near a building, as if he set it down with a thought to rest there, but the chemical rushing in his veins took hold and he simply… Continue reading Mother Cabrini, Saint of the Streets
Dear Anne, Dabo Swinney is my spirit animal for 2019. It’s not just that he coached his Clemson Tigers to another national championship Monday night, or even that he reduced Alabama’s dark lord Nick Saban to a houndstooth-patterned poster boy for the overhyped. It’s that he did it with such infectious joy and a constant… Continue reading Don’t be a Nick–Be Like Dabo!
Dear Anne, And so we are here, Holy Week. Some of my Lenten practices are holding firm, some are wobbly and I confess that March Madness has been taking more brain space than is healthy and holy. Thankfully my Lent hasn’t taken quite the beating my bracket has. But today it begins, the Palm Sunday… Continue reading The Surly Bonds of Earth