• lenten journal: if faith, then . . .

    by  • March 9, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Because I work at the computer store, I have an inordinate number of apps on my iPhone because most every time one of my coworkers tells me of a new app they have discovered, I end up downloading it. One of those is called “IFTTT” (If This, Then That) which allows you set up...

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    lenten journal: savings sonnet

    by  • March 8, 2014 • 9 Comments

    After staring at the screen for some time tonight, and with more important things to talk about, I’m sure, even as I grieve the loss of an hour’s sleep tonight, here is what I found: savings sonnet   the earth had a way of tilting it’s head to set up the space for each...

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    lenten journal: so what?

    by  • March 7, 2014 • 3 Comments

      Because my Lenten practice is to write everyday, I have found that means I must also read. I need to find fellow travelers — generally those who have walked the road ahead of me leaving something of a path to follow. What cooking and theology share in common is there’s not much that...

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    lenten journal: roux the day

    by  • March 6, 2014 • 10 Comments

    My friend David Gentiles knew how to make gumbo. His mama taught him how to do it and he used her recipe. I never had a chance to let him teach me how to do it before he died, but on more than one occasion I would call him from Boston and say, “I...

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    lenten journal: digging in

    by  • March 5, 2014 • 3 Comments

    my job tonight was to mix the ashes and the oil making from the charred remains a paste of penitence the sacred soot stared from the bottom of the plate as I poured olive oil from home and began to stir the ashes stuck to me like skin like they knew me turning the...

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    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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