10 Moments for Easter Sunday

10 Moments for Easter Sunday

It’s that time of the year again when we come together to celebrate the big win. It’s like there was one ultimate world championship and this guy won around 33 A.D., and we’ve been celebrating ever since. That moment… when you realize that because of the date of...
A Good Friday Poem

A Good Friday Poem

“A poem,” Robert Frost wrote, “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”  We might say the same about the bumpy road that leads us to Easter. Christians the world over are celebrating the Holy Triduum — the three holiest...
Revisiting Digimon

Revisiting Digimon

I do not claim to be an anime aficionado, but it’s hard to deny that these shows have been a part of my life since I was little.  I grew up with Speed Racer, Dragon Ball Z, and Pokemon, completely unaware that they had their roots in Japan.  My favorite, however, had...
Putting a Human Face on Capital Punishment

Putting a Human Face on Capital Punishment

Author Jame Arpin-Ricci sat down with me – I mean, we both sat down in our respective countries and wrote to each other – about his new book and the death penalty. Here is our conversation. 1) Who is Jamie Arpin-Ricci in 140 characters? I am a writer,...
The Golden Rule Lived Out

The Golden Rule Lived Out

In Pope Francis’s historic address to the United States Congress last September, he spoke about the Golden Rule: “This Rule points us in a clear direction. Let us treat others with the same passion and compassion with which we want to be treated. Let us seek for...
The Fragility of Now

The Fragility of Now

“You see, Mr. Lucas,” says Mr. Castillo, “we’re not normal, us who do dialysis. It’s a hard life. We’re stuck. If we don’t come, we die.” Every week I meet with dialysis patients like Mr. Castillo at a local hospital....
Small Suggestions, Big Changes

Small Suggestions, Big Changes

 Embed from Getty Images   “You look refreshed.” Backpack slung over my shoulder, muddy boots in my hand, hobbling my way to the yellow bus I spent six hours on the day before and would, as soon as we got it warmed up, spend six more hours on all the way home,...