Maybe

  Maybe her name is Anna or Ebony or Rachael or Ruth.Maybe she is four-years-old or five or six.Maybe she slipped on her patent leather shoes over her lace socks and tried to buckle them herself but had to ask for help or else she would have made them late for church.Maybe his name is Christopher or Dylann or Timothy or Adam....more

Jesus Wept. Then Chilled.

“Father, forgive them—for they know not what they do.”The first thing is to remember to breathe. It’s hard though because it feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut.So, breathe then.My spiritual practice for a few years now has involved a daily period of mediation. Or, “sort-of” meditation because I’m never sure if I’m doing it right but I do keep trying. I was especially grateful to have this practice available today when it seemed like the world had tilted and this had left me breathless....more

Sideways Hope for Election Day

It has been pretty easy to know who a fella plans to vote for (more like against) and sort-of fun to find out by asking an indirect question other than “who are you voting for?” (or against.)The sideways question is simply: Why are you voting for your candidate?One camp will begin his or her answer by saying something like, “Because I care about …” Or I feel like… Or I want …The other camp? “I am afraid that…” Or I’m afraid of… Or am worried that…Such a stark contrast....more

Poetry Processing: Dump Truck

Dump Truck He didn’t get hit by a truck.(So don’t worry.)He didn’t get hit by a truck.He wasn’t walking along the sidewalk—whistling a happy tune.Not a care in the world ora thought in his head past…How he had kissed me the night beforewith not just his mouthor his lips...more

Ferguson Reminds Us: It's Dangerous Just to Be a Boy

Of all the potential threats I perceive against the health and well-being of my sons, the most frightening is that just being a male (true for all males between the ages of, say, 12 and 25-years-old) walking down the street puts them at risk....more

A Little Golden Book of Recovery: On Saturday Mornings We Play in the Garden

“Saturday. Cartoon Day,” she whispers me awake each Saturday morning. I don’t know why she whispers. I am the only one here. I try to ignore her but she whispers again, “Saturday.” ...more

May As Well Smile...

She had an open smile so I smiled back, like I do. We were both in the MRI waiting room at the hospital doing exactly the thing for which said room was designed. The topic of discussion was food. Although it’s not unusual for me to go all day without eating, being told I can't makes me hungry. We chatted about recipes and restaurants and grocery stores which led us to agreeing that it’s hard to even get actual food out in the world these days.“I’ve never bought meat or vegetables at a store in my life,” she said. ...more

Thursday is my nemesis!

THURSDAY! Are you kidding me!Again? Already?How you mock me! You!with your button-down collar and bow tiepeering over the top of your wire-rimmed glassesholding my weekly report cardin you clammy handstelling me (AGAIN) that I have failed. You!with your ham-fist banging at my door...more

Survey says....Shameless!

I blame “Silkwood.” Also, “All the President’s Men.” So many events of late have started out just like the plotlines of some of the movies (based on true stories) I grew up watching. The common—and satisfying—thread was something like this:Evildoers, doing evil >>>Evil discovered, usually by an underdog at a great personal risk or cost >>> Evil EXPOSED! >>> Evildoers slink off >>> Righteousness prevails! >>> THE END....more

Game Theory

Want to play a game? Sure you do! We like games, don’t we? First, we need to decide what kind of games we like or otherwise it won’t be much fun.Me, I’ve never been a fan of “Risk.” I can see very plainly that others enjoy this game very much (Putin comes to mind) and it’s still on the shelves so somebody is buying it. It’s just not my kind of game. I guess winning isn’t worth the effort to me. (Same thing with Chess. Apparently I’m not the conquering type.) ...more
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