The narrative could turn your stomach or break your heart. The first few verses of
(The following is an article I wrote several weeks ago, during a six-week stay at Shepherd's rehab
Came across this poem on Easter morning written, I am told, by Ann Weems. She
A warm Palestine breeze fluttered through the open windows of the upper room. The torches
For such affrontery, he should have been slapped and shown the door. The unmitigated gall.