On Ash Wednesday, I shared a short meditation on my relationship with death and promised to share, over the Lenten season, a few touch-points in that history. This is the 4th installment. — On May 8, 2018, my son lost his first pet; a guinea pig named “Morris.” At first, Asa seemed to take the … Read More
On Ash Wednesday, I shared a short meditation on my relationship with death and promised to share, over the Lenten season, a few touch-points in that history. The first installment is here. Below is the second. Full disclosure: it is an installment I didn’t plan on writing: —— I used to have an office … Read More
Stavros’ mother was bedrock in his life. Stavros was bedrock in mine. When Stavros’ mother Pat passed away, it shook a number of us (Stavros more than anyone). When I think about her passing, I remember gathering in the hospital parking lot with a small group of people my same age (mid-20’s) to sing and … Read More
Last night, my son lost his first pet; a guinea pig named “Morris.” At first, Asa seemed to take the news of Morris’ passing in stride, dutifully and almost happily helping pick an appropriately-sized box for the guinea pig’s small body. “Dad, we should have a funeral.” “Absolutely. Do you want to have a small … Read More
