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  I didn’t know that when my father died, he’d be back,and wearing his robin’s-egg-blue suit to Sunday dinner,his tie loosened, jacket slung over the oak armcha...

  What I want from you is your attention. It’s been so long since I’ve felt any kind of fire for you. Where’s the plunging passion? I want to sing Holy, Holy, H...

  Our 93-year-old friend is reading the book, Being Mortal (Atul Gawande). “I’m trying to figure things out,” he says, smiling. “I’ve read it before, as an outs...

  (From Psalm 131) Lord, my heart is not haughty: Of course, I had the advantage of birth: born in Springside, voted least haughty hamlet in Saskatchewan. Nor m...