My brain, which seems to have a mind of its own, immediately quipped, “I wonder if they’d put me in that category?”


Gone are the days of accompanying loved ones to the gate or rooftop lounges where one could sit and watch the plane take off and land.


It was another day of journeying through the middle of almost nowhere. Or as I have heard it said, “It’s not the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from there.”


A recent journey to Mongolia landed Judi and me, along with 12 other traveling companions plus a most excellent guide named Muuggi, into the middle of . . .


It was a perfect end to the day. Occupying a park bench eating ice cream in the Tivoli Gardens . . .


I have been thinking about name changes recently. In particular, I’ve been thinking about renaming “revivals.”


One overarching theme on the track to adulthood is that as we mature, we find a job and earn a living.


My first trip through such an establishment occurred many years ago in Las Vegas on the way to feast on prime rib at a 98₵ all-you-can-eat buffet.

Further Reading

Purchase book.

“This is destined to become a new Quaker classic with its depths of insight on call and discernment.” — Carole Dale Spencer

“… the book is a rare and much needed Quaker-specific how-to manual for embracing our individual calls to ministry …” — Windy Cooler

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