Today was the first of two Sundays Ginger and I get to share together between her pastorates, if you will. Next Sunday – the first Sunday in Advent – she will lead worship for the first time in Durham as the pastor at Pilgrim UCC. I will admit to leaning toward going nowhere to church…

I made it to Birmingham all in one piece; both me and my Cherokee were weary and heavy laden. Though still in transition, at least Ginger and I are in the same place, which is my in-laws’ house. Next week, my parents are coming to Birmingham and we are all going to celebrate Thanksgiving together….

According to Google Maps, my journey from Marshfield to Birmingham is 1201 miles – all of it on interstate highways. The path I chose to drive has taken me through one-fifth of our United States: yesterday I saw Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, and Pennsylvania; today I added Maryland, West Virginia, Virginia, Tennessee, Georgia, and Alabama….

As I was working to find ways to get the last few things in the back of my Cherokee so I could head out of town, I found a mix CD I know I must have made but don’t remember doing so entitled, “Durham.” I put it in the small bag of things that was…

There will be more words from the road tomorrow; there is much to tell. For tonight, a final picture of me in our home. Milty doesn’t live here anymore. Peace,Milton

I worked my last shift at the restaurant last night. About a week ago, I asked Chef if I could cook supper for the staff as my goodbye present. He prepares a “family meal,” as he calls it, from time to time. Now it was my turn. For our last supper, I chose to prepare…

the home of the Penguins the home of the Yankees(I wonder if they suck, too) the home of the Pioneers the home of The Office(Steve Carell is from Marshfield) and, for tonight (or what’s left of it), our way station after leaving Marshfield tonight with our U-Haul trailer and the pups. I fly back on…

hardly four days have passed sincewe stopped trying to save daylightand let it sink all too quickly intoautumn’s mid-afternoon sunsets dawn breaks; how can daylightbe anything but a lost cause?then again, darkness falls andsuffers the night in silence I am awake wresting an ideawho refuses to become a poemit was yesterday when I startedthe longer…

There’s an old joke about a preacher standing up one Sunday and saying, “Today we are going to confess our sins to one another and find forgiveness.” Members of the congregation began to stand, tentatively at first, and tell their secrets. The pastor would respond, “Thank you. You have confessed and you are forgiven.” As…