Old Wounds
This blog is appearing about two days later than I wanted it to. I had every intention of getting a post up earlier this week, but then I went and hurt myself. My shoulder popped out and settled on the outside of the socket. It hurt… a lot. Not only did it hurt, but I did it doing something silly: I was reaching for a basketball. There was no super cool story, no amazing feat of athleticism. Nope, I just hurt it reaching for a ball. No one even touched me.
Five questions you should be asking about your community
As I mentioned to you last week, I recently did a funeral for a 35-year-old’s heroin- related death. The funeral was very emotional. The turnout was decent and the speeches about the deceased were powerful...

