Living in Moose Jaw makes me happy and I feel at peace here. My heart is broken and I’m grieving the loss of my boy, Murphy. These first days of 2023 are paradoxical. I’m reminded of what Frederich Buechner wrote about the paradox of this life in Wishful Thinking. “The grace of God means something
I'm stopped at a traffic light waiting for it to turn green. There's a young man—15 or 16 perhaps—on the other side of the street waiting to cross. It's about 8:45 a.m. and he's heading in the direction of the high school. Late, perhaps, as there are no other young people around and he's clutching
At some point, when one reaches a certain age and level of wisdom, it becomes apparent there are things it's time to let go of. Don't misunderstand. I'm not talking about giving up. No, this transition is more of honing into what's really important in one's life and embracing the tranquility that comes with the