Light in my head, you in my arms—Fisherman’s Blues, and Deb
It turns out, that if you drilled a hole in the top of my head, took me in your arms, and turned me horizontal, you could use me for a flashlight. And if you we...
Author: stephen t berg
Clear Lake tug-of-war, Father’s day, Here with love
My father, fifth from the left, suspenders, church-picnic white shirt, head full of black wavy hair, missing the little finger of his right hand (farm incident)...
There is a practice I fail at
There is a practice I have long failed at. That is the downtown meditative walk. The nature walk is hard. The inner-city contemplative walk, is close to impossi...
Gulls arrest a man’s sleep, man takes it personal
I have long known the Sermon on the Mount by heart, well, not the whole thing, just the first part, which is of course the nugget. But that’s not the poin...