by April Yamasaki Every year as the days grow shorter, and the air grows sharper, the green of the trees gets lighter and thinner, until finally green gives way to…
by Christine Sine For the last few days, Tom’s and my morning walk has been through a fog-shrouded landscape. As we did so, we talked about our respective experiences of…
by Christine Sine Listen to the gospel as though the Lord himself were present. These words, written by Saint Augustine in the 5th century have held my attention and stirred my…
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