My daughter, Sarah, has profound special needs. She’s a bit of a medical mystery, honestly, without a specific or clear diagnosis. In practical terms, though,…

I still know the address. 232 Alexander Blvd in Elmhurst, Illinois. It’s the address of the first house I lived in—from the time I was…

The mistake is to confuse unity with uniformity. And while the mistake is an easy one to make, even a moment’s reflection reminds us of…

In a word association game about this season, I’m going to guess “embodiment” isn’t likely to come up. I say “Advent,” you say. . . …

Months ago, we were making plans for the fall of 2020 here at St. Philip the Deacon. Those plans included, among other things, communicating news…

As I write this, we are still in the month of July, which begins with a celebration of freedom—the independence of the United States from…

As I write these words, I am focused on the ways the coronavirus is impacting our ability to experience community. We can’t be with one…

My three siblings and I recently hosted a major milestone birthday party for our parents. The party was, in a very real way, a celebration…