Bridal Battles

I’m what is often called a “pastoral officiant.” In short, I do mostly weddings and funerals, and other life celebrations of one kind or the other. On a recent Saturday, I was called to officiate at the wedding of a particularly nice couple, who were getting married...

Before We Were Politically Correct

Handicapped children were a fact of life a half-century ago in the Midwest. We weren’t insensitive. We simply incorporated them into the general scheme of things. Life was tough. We were tougher. I had one friend for years who had hydrocephalus, or “water on the...

An Offering of Socks

About 25 ago, I received an envelope in the mailbox in front of my townhouse in Phoenix, Arizona. It was July, I think.  I pulled the overstuffed envelope out and opened it up. Inside was a pair of hand knitted socks from my aunt in Danville, Indiana. They were...

Fire In Sedona

We fear fire in Arizona. It is the enemy, despite what the naturalists tell us and I know in my heart to be true: it’s a necessary part of the life cycle. It is the great purger. It keeps the forests thinned and the cactus growing. I know all of these things. But I...