When we think of art, most people imagine an artist with a brush, or perhaps one with a pencil creating precise lines, transforming their canvas into a masterpiece that is sold...

“Roll call!” Shit.  I snapped to the end of my bed and stood in the position of attention. Arms to my sides, thumbs pointed down, touching the seams of my uniform pants,...

My children will never know what it feels like to wait for love the way some kids wait for snow.  Face pressed to the window. Backpack already packed. A whole evening...

Day 8 of retreat: Something unbelievable happened in the hall today. After a good 2 hour sit from 4-6 this morning, I was walking on the trails and saw a giant stag in the morning...