PRISMATIST

As all the world knows, J. Donald Kent, voluntarily stopped driving three weeks before his 98th birthday

Sometime after midnight on July 6, 1982, my brothers and I climbed the old cherry-picker ladder

What is necessary for “community”?  A dictionary definition says it is members of a social group who have something in common - a...

When I stepped off the plane in Honolulu in the winter of 1978 I was a dazed, pasty-skinned 23-year-old with no return ticket.

My Dad is a minister.. many ministers have other interests they pursue with “religious” fervor

In the spring of 1980, I began playing music in the Boston subways

“Your generation will fix these things for us, right?” my adult daughter asked.

Late one night a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday, some friends and I sat on the end of a dock

My family has raised me with a set of principles that have guided my life since before I can remember.

Just a few guidelines shaped my chaplaincy in the local county jail.

Janice and I recently attended a downtown concert in Kingsport, Tennessee ...

When I was a child I believed that leaves existed in soft, fluffy, green masses in the tops of trees.

Spring in Michigan (March thru May) is predictably unpredictable but I love it anyway.

This year I did not send pictures of forsythia and daffodils blooming to my sisters who live in the snow belt ...

I recently ran into the old 60’s word “grok” that some of you will recognize.

Long gone is the common cultural concept of honoring the sabbath as a day of rest and spiritual reflection and renewal.

Long ago – 40 years – in a land far away – Southeast Colorado - I serendipitously discovered my calling.

My name is Tony Lopresti and I watched a woman die on a New York City subway platform.

Several months ago my daughter began asking me to write answers to questions that she was curious about. This is one of those questions...

I buried my dog today. Not the first time and certainly won’t be the last, but this time was the hardest.