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Father Gary

I almost forgot about him, but not in my heart. Whenever I look at the tiny framed artwork of the Madonna in silver that he gave me, I think of him. Father Gary Kibler was one of my teachers in high school, but much more than that. I was an assistant of sorts in that...

Back in the Saddle?

Apart from a few small forays, I haven’t done any serious biking for almost 35 years. Merry has had trouble with her feet lately but discovered she could ride without trouble. A further discovery that her bike was too small prompted purchase of a bike that fits...

The Next Generation

Some of our best conversations throuhgout the years have been in the car. Just before seeing my daughter’s new apartment, we talked about her exploration of various spiritual traditions, not just philosophically, but in practice. I told her I had two things to...