Chris ButterfieldWhen They Came for CharlottesvilleAn American was dead when our president walked on camera. He gripped the podium uncomfortably and locked his eyes on the TelePrompTer. He…Aug 13, 2017Aug 13, 2017
Chris ButterfieldWhen Can Wild Longings Fade“I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t mean it, brother. I’m crazy about this girl.”Jul 26, 2017Jul 26, 2017
Chris ButterfieldAn Irish SessionThe music poured out gently with the wine as we settled around the kitchen table. Just the three of us where congregations of cousins had…Jun 14, 2017Jun 14, 2017