Moments at Gol: Chapter 10 – Sulu
The air up here was so thin that it left him gasping. Sulu had done his share of high-altitude hiking on Earth, but Earth had nothing on this. At base camp on Everest the air…
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Teenagers in the Book Store
~ by Lawrence (Mack) Hall There were three, two of them flitting about,the third was sitting cross-legged on the floorin a sweater and jeans, her shoes kicked off,quite lost in a slender paperback of verse.…
Liturgical Art: My Story
My name is Paul Nixon. I am an artist/sculptor living in Greensboro, North Carolina. Much of my work involves making croziers for bishops as well as other liturgical art throughout the USA. I would like…
Moments at Gol: Chapter 9 – Scott
Montgomery Scott was the first to admit that he was too well-insulated for Vulcan. Even if he had chosen to recline on the sand in no more than bathing trunks, something he would never inflict…
Just Wait and See: Chapter 9
~ by M. C. Pehrson Susan and Tommy recovered their health. Now that they were up and out of bed, it became harder for Emma to visit the attic. Often, she waited until after bedtime…
“Good People” and Paradise
In order to get to heaven, is it only necessary that we be a “good person”? This is a question that has been asked, and slapped down, within Christian rhetorical circles on a regular basis.…
Mary, Fatima, and the Sacred Feminine
In the month of May, Catholics focus particular attention on the role of the Blessed Virgin Mary in the life of faith. On May 13th, the feast of Our Lady of Fatima is observed, commemorating…
The Art of Retelling
Thoughts about retelling classic legends: Don't get too hung up on details from other versions. Take the grounding, universal aspects that are laced through all of them, the spirit that makes it worth telling yet…
Moments at Gol: Chapter 8 – Chekov
He didn’t look like the man that Chekov knew. No, it was worse than that. Much worse. He did look like the man that Chekov knew, but like a doppelganger, like some kind of figment…
Just Wait and See: Chapter 8
~ by M. C. Pehrson Each day, the sun lingered a bit longer, warming the garden soil. Uncle Lars started up the tractor and began to plow. Soon a new crop was sprouting, and it…