If Shakespeare were an American, we’d call him an all-American success story.

“After all this time/To believe in Jesus…I thought I was Him.”

Leaving Babylon…

A wordless protest album that almost sounds like something I might’ve listened to on my mission.

For Mother’s Day.

There are intelligences even in the discarded candy-bar receipts and notebooks.

I was thinking ‘bout my time in space/I was thinking ’bout the human race…

Zion is fled.

Almost too on the nose, I had to fly to a funeral over Easter weekend. Even more on the nose, I watched the 2024 film Conclave as my in-flight movie just three days before Pope Francis passed away Easter Monday.