It was a hot, muggy morning last week, the final day of my month-long vacation in Wisconsin, and my abdomen was in a state of turmoil. I’d later realize my stomach tumult was not indigestion but a bilious stone in the gallbladder I should have had removed years ago. I tried to focus on the task at hand…
Something unexpected happened when I published Time and Despondency: Regaining the Present in Faith and Life; the people with the most questions have been parents concerned for their children. I didn’t foresee this because I assumed the people who would be most interested in my book would be people like me: thirty-somethings who can’t seem to shake the…
