I just want to go on record that, despite what the kids at school called me, we were not “white trash”. We were “poor-but-proud”. As near…
Some years ago, I was talking to the person who was my spiritual director at the time. I was in the midst of unrecognized (by me,…
In 2012, I spent a week at Mepkin Abbey, in South Carolina. Mepkin Abby is a Trappist monastery, and they invite folks to come and stay…
It didn’t look like much, sitting there on the side of the road, sticking out of a box along side a broken air popper and a…
Since posting my story of burnout, I have had no less than 5 conversations with people in similar places. All people in the so-called helping professions,…