April is the cruelest month...” When I used to teach T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Wasteland” to North Carolina high school students, they always stopped right there at the first line in consternation. How could anyone think spring is cruel? The... Continue Reading →
Celebration is an act of memory. Memory fuels our souls. It gives us deep droughts of joy and even pools of suffering from which we can ponder the reflection of the wounded Christ in our midst. The narratives of our... Continue Reading →
Breeding Lilacs 