This past August, I had the privilege of traveling (at last!) to Barcelona with my father. It was a chance-of-a-lifetime trip and I won't soon forget it. Thanks dad. Not the same without you, mom. David and Camille: you, Avignon, and Venasque were the perfect combination. Mercat de la Boqueria Taking a brief respite from … Continue reading Postals de Barcelona
Level Playing Fields
As our bus rattled up the hill (not pictured above), a Pakistani guy around my age was telling me how, once as a devout Muslim, he had a dream where Jesus appeared to him. So profound was the experience that he left everything to become a follower of this apparition, thereby incurring the contempt and … Continue reading Level Playing Fields
Writing Is Prayer 