• waffle night

    by  • March 3, 2014 • 4 Comments

    For Valentine’s Day, Ginger gave me a waffle iron. Actually, she gave me a replacement waffle iron. She gave me one several years ago that I wore out making waffles when I worked at the restaurant at Duke and I wanted to put chicken and waffles on the menu. One of our friends suggested...

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    the jesus ballad

    by  • February 21, 2014 • 13 Comments

    On my last trip to Texas, I was passing through Fort Worth and called an old friend to meet me for lunch. When he asked what I wanted to eat, I said, “Chicken fried steak,” since, for all of its wonderful food, that is not a part of the Carolina culinary lexicon. As I...

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    ginger in the snow

    by  • February 12, 2014 • 9 Comments

    who knows how many pictures of you I’ve taken how many times we’ve walked down our street — in sun and snow — on our way   to coffee and conversation yet you still steal my heart in the simplest of ways the singlest of frames the hope and ache   of a lifetime...

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    all together now

    by  • February 3, 2014 • 21 Comments

    One of the things I have had to unlearn from my childhood is how people were described when telling a story of something that happened. What was modeled for me was white people were simply described as people: a man, a woman. People of any other ethnic or racial background were given a qualifier:...

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    old growth

    by  • January 17, 2014 • 9 Comments

    I have work to do this morning but I keep running into poems that give me pause and pull my gaze out my second-story window to the dance of sunshine and shadows on the fence line, the blanket of dead leaves turning to soil and the trees, their bare branches reaching or — perhaps...

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    epiphany: camel-less

    by  • January 6, 2014 • 8 Comments

    The Christmas tide is going out . . . the waves of wonder which crashed against the sea wall of my heart are sliding away reminding me that the tides come and go, neap and spring: this is the rhythm of redemption.   Along the now silent sands in my mind’s eye I still...

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    christmastide: the morning after

    by  • December 26, 2013 • 3 Comments

    I wrote this poem several years ago, and I thought of it this morning. the morning after Mary rose before sunrise; the baby was still sleeping, as was Joseph and most of the animals, except for one cow who looked a little sheepish. The shepherds were long gone. In their excitement, they had not...

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    advent journal: a faraway christmas

    by  • December 23, 2013 • 7 Comments

    My offering tonight is a story I wrote several years ago. Three Christmases ago, my friend Terry helped me turn it into an audio file. This past year has helped me read it a bit differently. I share it again. A Faraway Christmas   As we gather together on this Silent Night, To sing...

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    advent journal: snowed in

    by  • December 22, 2013 • 7 Comments

    The first time you came to Boston it was so cold; the wind bit us at the bus stop. You pulled me close and asked, “Am I still wearing pants?” then you laughed.   When you first came to Durham — our first Christmas in our new home — we were snowed in. You...

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