I have an intimate understanding of winter. I have felt the bite of -45 temperatures, the grind of shovelling mountains of snow, the loneliness of dark gray days. I am thankful for each of these things. Winter goes with its dangers, but so does summer. Just as the sun of summer holds a blessing, so…

There was life and when it passed it left an absence behind. That gap gives structure as it works alongside presence. Look for the stories of absence. They are everywhere, just like the stories of those that help are always present in the middle of tragedy. We need both as surely as we need bread.…