It's been a long time. I haven't been able to write. And people haven't been very able to tell me their stories. This is why: THE TRUTH ...

A Sunday Story that is not mine alone, but fused together by the hearts of many. I get into the car and immediately take off my mask. I...

I find myself struggling a lot right now with something, and I suspect many of you are too. It's something I wonder how I have not...

This Sunday Story came from a dream. I dream sometimes in stories. This is one of them. I am getting the vacuum cleaner out when the...

This morning I sent a text to about twenty people. I asked them what they wanted. I asked them to tell me the first thing that came to...

I just read a really profound article. It was at medium.com and called The American Life Is Killing You. It was written by Erik...

I don't have Sunday Stories right now because I am working really hard on final revisions for a book I wrote about a hundred years ago. ...

A Sunday Story, told to me by many. “Did you see all those heads turn in your pearly white Christian conservative church tonight when I...

A Sunday Story inspired by . . . I can't quite recall. My phone pings and I look down, see Daron’s name on a text message. “What’s this...

A Sunday Story inspired by several real events, full of so many heavy messages. The door is heavy against my hip as I try to push my way...