Twelve years ago, today on a cold day in Ciudad de México, that little hand slipped into mine.  My girl is having a rough time of it again and we only got to spend a little while with her at BARC on Saturday.  We may or may not see her today.  Be that as it may, I hold on tight and don’t let go. Because she is the best thing that ever happened to me.  The very best…

I have been working for two weeks to finish a major grant proposal.  It has been grueling, grinding work and I have had no energy to do much of anything except keep plodding along. I play catch up today. I help to funeralize a dear, dear friend tomorrow, and I hope write a sermon for Sunday. Sunday is Sunday–the relentlessness of the Sabbath.  Monday is booked solid.  It will get better but right now, this is what I feel like…