By Michael Patrick O’Brien– On a recent warm summer evening, a lovely young nun dressed in pink and wearing a simple white veil visited our church and told us some…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– When it comes to appreciating church art, I’ve always been more of a paintings/sculpture kind of guy than a fan of mosaics. The imaginative cut stone…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– During a recent trip to New England to visit family and friends, my wife Vicki and I decided to search for some of the famous Trappist…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– I’ve never attended the prestigious Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference held each summer in the Green Mountains near Middlebury, Vermont. So, this year I sent myself a…
By Gary Topping– We’ve all seen the bumper sticker that advises something like “Commit Random Acts of Kindness.” It’s good advice, but my experience with it has been ambiguous. Some…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– A few years ago, I watched a kind old man, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants, lean over and speak softly with his…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– The Cape Cod peninsula juts out into the Atlantic Ocean from southeastern Massachusetts like an arm in full muscular flex. Nestled into the interior inflection point…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– Perhaps the most eventful lunch hour of my long career working in downtown Salt Lake City was ending. After Joseph Rawlins and William Dickson—two of the…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– One day, two ghost lawyers spirited me out of my office during lunchtime and dropped me off on Salt Lake City’s downtown streets so I might…
By Michael Patrick O’Brien– One strange day, the apparitions of my law firm progenitors—Joseph Rawlins and William Dickson—forced me from a quiet solo lunch in my office and onto the…