Of Dogs, 9/11, and the Difficulty of Forgiveness

Any day that starts with homemade cinnamon rolls, ends with homemade cheesecake, and includes novel writing has to be a good day. So at bedtime last night, I sighed with contentment. “Now,” I said, “if only we all sleep through the night.” (The best-laid plans…) This morning, Catholics around the world heard this, from Sirach:…

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