From at least the age of 5, I remember going to the polling place with my parents on Election Day – packed into the car after my dad got home from work and then unloading into the basement of the Rollstone Congregational Church in Fitchburg, MA (also home to my Cub Scout pack). And while … Continue reading The Temple of Democracy

It was the fourth day of our caravan drive to Reading. We were on a particularly long leg, leaving Lincoln, Nebraska and pushing all the way to Chicago. By about 7pm, we’d reached Rockford, Illinois and the limits of hunger. The city offered many options, so many that decision fatigue set in fast. Whenever that … Continue reading The Mind of the Minister