Epistle Winter 2017

The photos and text are by my daughter Claudia. In September, she and I truck-camped the Tucson-to-Pennsylvania route that Doug (my late husband, her father) and I took on our bicycles 40 years ago. Both trips were great fun, and this time I learned that the Quixote...

Summer 2017: A parable for living

Once, from a long time passing, a young man of good cheer and wonder was traveling on life’s road. His life was new and he thought his future would be full of light and good things. Along his way, he found many things he thought made him happy and he wanted to keep...

A Veteran Tells Some of His Story

Hello, my name is Rook and I’ve got a story for you. I was born in 1982 in South Philadelphia to a large Italian family. I grew up fast, helping my father hang drywall for the union. I started working steady when I was 13 and moved out at 16 years old. I...

I believe

I believe and I do not That there will be a reason for all of this That someone’s grandchildren will be alive to care how someone their grandmother’s age spoke out remained strong in their silence refused anger and hatred painted beautiful pictures believed there was...

A liturgy of penance and dedication

On a crisp fall day in Eugene OR, a troubled but happy couple and their not-so-troubled and happy-enough teen-age daughter packed minimal camping gear and took a city bus to Delta campground near the McKenzie River. The campground is in a grove of old-growth trees,...