The precarity of life — the topic I write about most often these days — made itself known again this weekend. Precarity, to me, is…
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It all started during the blizzard that hit Knoxville in the middle of January. Ten inches of snow fell in the city, the most at…
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It’s a weird confluence of events. Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday fall on the same day this year. Not the first time these dates have…
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I read an essay in the New York Times the other day that resonated deep within my soul. The essay, “Train Yourself to Always Show…
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The coming of the New Year means social media feeds are awash in posts about all folks have accomplished over the previous 365 days. There…
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The opening notes of Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song” make me unstuck in time. Like Billy Pilgrim in Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five, I’m transported…
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I’ve always been drawn to aspects of the monastic life. Not the haircut, although mine is thinning and I’ve been getting it cut shorter in…
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My fingernails are blue Two of them, anyway. My left thumb and pinkie. Got color on them when the lovely Sarah and I got manicures…
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Michael and Kelli Simon have started every day of the last few weeks with the same question: Is this the day? Michael and Kelli have…
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Ernest Hemingway, one of my favorite writers, is credited with saying, “Every man has two deaths, when he buried in the ground and the last…