­­­How Jack Nicholson Set Me Free

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I spent a night of unbridled bliss with Jack Nicholson in the mid 70’s, and I want to brag about it now. Yes and no. I spent many nights of unbridled bliss with Jack in the 70’s, but no hot tubs,...

My Front-Row Ticket to a Miracle

What happens after we die? Do we disappear into a void, never to be seen or heard from again? Or do we float down a tunnel of white light, reuniting with our spiritual heroes and loved ones? I have a few hunches about what happens after death. I think life goes on,...

What I Do When I Can’t Pray

Have you ever heard the expression “The darkest hour is just before dawn?” How about “A prolonged period of cranky, disgruntled, rabidly-toxic cynism precedes grace.” Have you heard that one? Probably not. It’s true, though. Take it from...

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