the freeway of love –that’s what we’ve called itsince the first weekwe moved hereand began navigatinglife in our new city and we smiledwhen traffic reportsof snarls and slowdowns brought backmemories of route 3and real traffic four years onI wonder if anyone has evercalculated which carmoves things froma crawl to a halt which circumstance —the pinhole…
Tuesday morning I went to work late so I could cook breakfast for a meeting with Clergy Beyond Borders who were meeting at our church as a part of their national tour. I made Blackberry French Toast and Figs Stuffed with Goat Cheese. And then I sat down to eat around a table of people…
I know. Every blogger in America is working on something to say as we near the anniversary of September 11, 2001. I remember that crystal blue Tuesday morning as Ginger and I drove up the Southeast Expressway from Marshfield heading into Boston for a day of appointments. I remember the gradual awareness that the sky…
“The Imagination of Grace”A Sermon for Pilgrim United Church of Christ, Durhamby Milton Brasher-CunninghamExodus 3:1-15; Romans 12:9-21 Perhaps one of the reasons I like stories about Moses is he was as rootless as I am.He was born of a Hebrew mother while she was being held in exile with her people in Egypt, adopted by…
Last weekend, the big event in our neighborhood of Old North Durham was a birthday party. Fullsteam Brewery turned one. For those of you not fortunate enough to live close enough to know why the date matters so to those of here in Durham, let me explain why its presence matters and, in lieu of…
The evening began with a conversation – long distance, back when that mattered, between Ginger and me. She was in Birmingham visiting her family; I was in Fort Worth. We had been dating about eight months and both knew we were on a crash course for each other. Somewhere in our words we decided to…
“The presence of your absence bothers me,” begins an old Pierce Pettis song. I’ve sung the lyric both out loud and in my head for several days now as I go deeper into Ginger’s two week pilgrimage to Israel and Palestine that left me here to tend to Schnauzers and in-laws in Durham. The quotidian…
I know. I haven’t posted in a while. OK, almost a month. I decided I would sing my way back in — that is, I would sing along. The tone for this collection was set by Eric Folkerth, who pointed me to Eric Schwartz. Listen and enjoy the soulfulness. The next man that came to…
for the beauty of the parkto not-so-wild geesecongregating in the grassthe walkers and joggers intent on not making eye contactflanked by smiling dogsthe cool summer airof this mile-high morningmakes my grateful hymn of praise for sidewalksthat know my namefor eyes that smile back andthe love which from our birthremembers we are allwalking home Peace,Milton
Once upon a time, a guitar was a guitar. No qualifiers were needed. Then along came rock and roll and amplification and we needed more than one word to describe the stringed instrument because there was more than one kind. Thus, what had always been a guitar became an acoustic guitar to set it apart…