This could be a high holy day. Angelo Moriondo is credited with the first design of the espresso machine. My life is markedly different (and far more awake) as a result of this man’s ingenuity!
Charles J. Thompson entered this life on January 7, 1939 in Altamont, MO and peacefully left this earth on May 20, 2022 with his family by his side singing his favorite hymns. Charles, along with his mom and brothers and sisters, grew up on a farm in Galatin, MO. They worked the farm growing up,Continue reading “My Dad’s obituary”
This quote from Winn Collier is beautiful and true.
My greatest example of the magic of trivial conversation came from my late father. He was named “funniest-friendliest person” by the local newspaper in the small Texas county I was born in. Really. That’s a real award. My dad had friends across the political spectrum. He saw a person’s ability to find a moment ofContinue reading “Chat it up with people… what a difference”
The end of Dorothy Day’s autobiography: “But the final word is love. At times it has been, in the words of Father Zossima, a harsh and dreadful thing, and our very faith in love has been tried through fire.
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Recently we were able to travel to the Twin Cities to get some time with family and conduct some business along the way. We flew into Minneapolis, rented a car, and headed to our hotel. When we lived in the Cities for 20 years and drove out of town to visit family, there was aContinue reading “The generosity of life I have received”
A friend from college, and a minister, passed away from COVID the other night. He was a resident advisor when I came to college. He was our Dean of Men when I graduated. His family is a precious family and to go through this is pain beyond anything I could know.
I am working my way through The Long Loneliness, an autobiography of Dorothy Day. As she was beginning her work in journalism, it was 1917 in New York City. A massive time of upheaval. She was still not convinced of Christianity, but her work in journalism kept her from attending any meetings of Socialists, thoughContinue reading “Why I am not an ideologue”