Here as in Heaven
I regret to say that in my childhood, few paths were less appealing than the one to sainthood. Sainthood, to an 8-year-old learning from Sunday School lessons and black and...
When I was a student in ACE, I remember the sudden quiet that hit at the end of our summer class session. All of a sudden, the eight weeks were...
There I was: standing outside my broken-down car on the shoulder of the I-17 just north of Sedona, Arizona. This interruption to my journey home from my ACE placement sparked...