Early one November morning in Ireland, Jake and I were visited by our neighbor landlord pounding on our kitchen door, yelling “Fire!” Smoke was pouring out of our turf shed, five feet from the one and only door to our alley apartment. As a trained fire engineer, our 36 y.o. landlord D. knew what to … Continue reading Always Means Always →

Early one morning at camp in Bolivia, I was lying in bed, body-weary and soul-discouraged. We were in the middle of a big celebration for our camp’s 35th anniversary and I should have been happy.  But I was cranky and complaining. All the hullabaloo for the event had done me in. I wanted my apathy … Continue reading Some Joy →