Love me, love me, love me
Having made a few loops around the sun, I’m more convinced than ever that most of this world’s malignancy has its roots in our longing for love, finding n...
Category: Anthropology
Our felix culpa – happy fault
For over a decade he sat watching poplar trees through a front window. And for seven of those years he was part of a little gathering that met each Wednesday—se...
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1000 Grow Mercy dispatches
When a blog reaches 1000 posts, it’s time to take stock. Grow Mercy was, is, an experiment. In a way it began through the power of a sentence, in the context of...
This slender string
It is dusk. On a bench on the west side of Beaver Hill Park, a man is bent over, throwing up. His girl friend is balanced at the far end of the bench, watching,...