She gave me the most magnificent gift: a small framed reproduction of my favorite painting.
These medieval Catholics were haunted men who desperately wrestled with the question of a soul, not like the playful Greeks who made up the world as they went along.
Last night I woke in the middle of the night and wondered if it’s possible to believe in something otherworldly in 2020.
We’re still living through a season that requires the suspension of disbelief, but perhaps it’s possible to believe we’re heading somewhere better.
