Gregory Boyle is a Jesuit priest, owns a wicked sense of humour and writes like Ann Lamott… only better. He has more tats than you can count but only because you can't see them... they're on his heart. (more…)
Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. Heather Parrie (more…)
Starbucks coffeehouses became my new meeting places when I transitioned out of North Pointe's office space. I like the lattes but I love the unexpected connections with people. Like the one I had on Friday. (more…)