From July 13, 2020 There is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…and Thursday at 4:30am I head back to Haiti. I can’t wait.
From July 12, 2020 In the waning days of my illness back in June, when I was barely off being constantly tethered to the big oxygen tanks, my good friend Jonathan Montaldo gave a Zoom retreat spread over two days that was sponsored by the Trappist monks at Mepkin Abbey in South Carolina.
From July 11, 2020 My friend Anne Yee, the manager of the Holy Family Church bookstore in South Pasadena, sent me the last book by Daniel O’Leary as a belated birthday gift. Titled Dancing to My Death, the book was written in the last six months of Daniel’s life as he battled cancer.
From July 10, 2020 In my absence, Billy and the staff had begun in earnest the critical need to downsize in face of the financial disaster we are facing, namely running out of funds by the end of August. I can think of nothing else.
From July 9, 2020 Today, we enjoy some photos from Haiti courtesy of Baby…
From July 8, 2020 For at least eight months I’ve been plagued by a skin condition that has been extremely itchy. I’ve scratched so much I bleed. I was only supposed to see the physician assistant at the dermatologist center. After looking at me, she went to get the doctor. It did not take him long to say it was…
From July 7, 2020 Today I see the dermatologist in the morning and the podiatrist in the afternoon. Tomorrow I hit the doctor trifecta when I see the internist. Squeezed in among the doctor appointments is a lab test.
From July 6, 2020 During these quiet days of isolation and solitude, I’m reflecting on my life’s journey for the last 25 years since my flash of insight in an empty church in Rome. Often over the years since then I’ve often wondered how my life became focused on the suffering endured by millions upon millions of people living in…
From July 5, 2020 Last week there was a fierce wind that impacted Santa Chiara by blowing off limbs of some trees and damaging the tin wall along the back of our property. These photos by Baby and Billy tell the story.
From July 4, 2020 Perhaps you, dear Journal reader, are wondering why I’ve focused the last few days on photographs from 2015 and 2016. During these busy days in Florida I can’t stop thinking about what will happen by the end of August when Santa Chiara runs out of funding without a significant infusion of cash.