Poor in Spirit

We could hear the movie playing as we pulled into the crowded parking lot. It was Friday night, and the small development was alive with motion and sound. As we walked towards the hum of the generator we saw a small crowd on a little patch of grass under a tree, and...

Giving Thanks

I will always remember a Thanksgiving in Pawtucket, about six years ago. In my memory I see a tray of Italian pastries and the beautiful dark eyes of five Puerto Rican children; eyes that had already seen too much in life but could still hold wonder and joy for small...