I talked to one guy todaywho got tired of constructionand “making the wrong people rich,” which was as far as he got before another, who used to work with an autistic kid, asked for help –we were cooking breakfasttogether for folks at the shelterwho stood single file for sausage, oatmeal, and eggs. As they took…

The assignment for my kids yesterday was to write for ten minutes about the word “explore.” I did the assignment as well. to explore — to go where Ihave not gone before — is to follow the                        footprints                                 mindprints                                           heartprintsof others who dreamed before me and wandered off . . . (wondered?)…

The title is not mine, nor is the poem that follows. A friend posted this video animation interpretation of a poem by a poet and teacher named Taylor Mali, which led me to his website and there I found this poem, which is one of those he-said-what-I-feel-and-I-want-to-give-him-credit-for-it kind of things. (An epithalamion, by the way,…

This morning I went to Watts Street Baptist Church to hear Tim Tyson preach on “Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr: Black Power and the Religion of Jesus.” He rocked and I will have more to say about what I learned in another post (or two). But tonight I want to share the MLK quotes included…

Many years ago, my friend Billy Crockett and I read an article about a ship captain who, with his crew, abandoned ship when it began to sink, leaving the passengers on board. The story led us to the song title, “Down With the Ship,” which ended up being a song about Martin Luther King. Now…

The words on this blog tonight come from President Obama’s speech at the memorial service in Tucson. They feel worth passing along. To the families of those we’ve lost; to all who called them friends; to the students of this university, the public servants gathered tonight, and the people of Tucson and Arizona:  I have…

A couple of weeks ago, I got to attend a mushroom workshop put on by my friends at Bountiful Backyards, our edible landscapers here in Durham. We were each given a freshly cut oak log. We drilled forty or fifty holes in it and then filled them with the mushroom spores, inoculating the log. We…

After another wonderful Friday Night Dinner, I offer these words of hope and thanks. dinner time at the end of the daywhen the day’s had its wayand we sit at the table togetherthere is something profoundin being gathered aroundto give thanks for both table and tether bring your joy and your painand let’s gather againour…