[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

PROLOGUE:  This is a story my Mom recently shared with me by phone and I wrote out my version below, but then had her snail mail me...

The circle of the dome is  the Father  at the center of which is  the Son  and (con)descending is  the Holy...

Humor  like water  douses the  flames of despair. Humor like salve heals the languor of living. Humor like ...

It snowed on God’s tomb  this blustery April evening as we carried it around our church in a swirl of snowflakes. “What?” you say,...

The man and woman who came together to give me life are dying somewhere west of here. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but sooner  ...

I saw An American in Paris this weekend and was wowed by the music, the dancing, and the incredible stage effects, but the story itself...

I was four years old and trapped in a land of giants.  They lumbered about jostling my small frame while speaking to each other at a...

He’s nine, maybe ten.  I can see him below in the yard.  I am standing on the second story back deck of my childhood home, like God loo...

I’d been in Russia a month  when Alfred Schnittke died. Well before the motorcade had wound its way alongside the Moscow ...

My son has recently been experiencing a right of passage reserved for many a middle school student, ie,  “The Bully.”  In his case it...

I hate being on call on the weekends, but if I keep my eyes peeled and my heart is open there are consolations. ***

The faces wash past on the city street infinitely varied but somehow all the same in the blinking blur of an indifferent eye....