Category Archives: Thomas O’Connell

After the tragedy, everybody bought commemorative t-shirts. One of my photographs was chosen for the image. Not that I’m some hotshot photojournalist, I just had the dubious fortune that the shooting occurred in my hometown. Before the national media set … Continue reading →

“Dad, it’s me,” Steven panted into the phone. “I called 911 on the drive over.” “Steven,” a man on the other end said, followed by a low, deliberate inhale. “Dad, I’m at the gate but I don’t know the code … Continue reading →

Go to the ant, thou sluggard. Consider her ways, and be wise -Proverbs 6:6 If every unbaptized baby becomes an ant, why are there so many ants? Could so many babies be lost? The hospital intensive care units are always … Continue reading →

Frank took his wife’s car. His was in the shop. It seems that the whining squeal he would hear while stopped at traffic lights was not always some other car after all. Becky stopped him at the front door before … Continue reading →