I spent my Friday evening with a dear friend at Denver’s Christkindlemart. We discussed music from growing up, sacred spaces we’ve found along the way, feeling proximity to God through nature — and so much more. I shared a story with him about my time spent in California. It was…

It’s December sixth. I’ll repeat that. December the sixth of 2021. I know I say this every year, but every year its infalability shines brighter and brighter. …

I am on the ground. Metaphorically, not physically. Lying down with my hands on my face. My mojo is gone. This reminds me of a moment in high school for which I have this semi-vivid memory. After Saturday swim practice, our team would head over to Bob Evans. For those…