Discovered poetry – ‘No Memory of a Move’
One thing I love is combing through the little poetry section in Mandolin Books and finding, well, this: a book, published in the 80’s, the spine a bit ye...
Category: Love
In a darkened farm shed
The thing that pulls me toward atheism is the very thing that keeps me fully within faith. The daily experience of God’s absence, that utter silence, fans...
Martin Luther King’s call beyond ‘I have a dream’
Here, comfortable in my condo reading “I Have a Dream,” I feel good. I can celebrate Martin Luther King Day as though it’s a piece of packaged...