We associate the Christ Child’s arrival with angelic pronouncements and nighttime fanfare: the heavenly hosts singing and sending brilliant disturbance into the lives of...
A sweaty little kindergartener came running towards me from the playground one afternoon. When he got close, I noticed he had something crumpled tightly...
“What time is it?”
“It’s time to die.”
Although the conversation between Mamma and her oncologist several months ago didn’t exactly happen with those words, that’s...