Although I loved my father so much as a little girl, as an adolescent I never knew who or what was awaiting me at home. Would he be sober, or mostly sober? Or would he be drunk already?
A Painful Existence My father was an alcoholic and abusive both physically and emotionally. I lived in a home where fear reigned. Although I loved my father so much as a little girl, as an adolescent I never knew
Is it possible to cultivate joy when things go badly? Can we have joy that endures
Have you ever felt alone and isolated, even when you are surrounded by people?
With all the demands on us, why fight to create space for silence and contemplative prayer?
My second time preaching on a Sunday morning, and I get the flu! As though my nerves weren’t enough, I