Ginger, Rachel, the pups and I spent the better part of this first day of Advent traveling from Durham, North Carolina, where we spent Thanksgiving, to Baltimore, our halfway stop on the way back to Guilford. We were on the road with several thousand travelers, both coming and going from their holidays, all of us…
running out of daylight it’s not that the night bothers me I find comfort in the way the dark wraps itself around lamps and light bulbs like a custom fit suit I love the deep expanse of the night sky reminding me that there will always be more than I can see or comprehend it’s…
I had a rare opportunity this week to a part of Project PX, an amazing program sponsored by St. Luke’s UMC in Houston. My friend Sid Davis asked me to come do a house reading and concert on Saturday and then connected me with Meredith Davis, his daughter, who runs Project PX along with Chef…
the funeral of reasonable expectations you would think a funeral would be more quiet the din makes it difficult to discern my emotions in these days of venom and vitriol or know what dreams have a chance of survival how then do we hope when so many seem so committed to fighting to the death…
banana pudding cookies I was invited by my friend Taylor Davis to be a part of an All Saints celebration at his church. During the past year, they have experienced a season of profound grief that included the deaths of two of their pastors. Taylor asked me to come and prepare a meal to go…
items may have shifted during flight getting from one place to another quickly takes a lot of time what began as a seven hour journey has turned into ten and I am floating in the endless transition of an airport lounge packed with others who are not yet where they are supposed to be in…
We were in the kitchen this morning kind of goofing around and Ginger said, “Hey, Siri, play sad songs.” A couple of seconds passed and the voice from our HomePod said, “Okay, now playing sad songs.” Two or three tunes played and Ginger smiled and said, “This sounds like what you listen to all the…
November begins with two anniversaries in our household: on the first day of the month, seven years ago, we said goodbye to Durham, North Carolina, and then on the second we said hello to Guilford, Connecticut, arriving in town on the fiftieth anniversary of the day Ginger and her parents moved into the house where…
death is not far away I have lived long enough to learn that those who have died don’t go anywhere at least not to some land far beyond the skies like I was taught to sing about what I mean is wherever they go is not above or below but among beside a dimension we…
time travelers we shared a table under the art tent then a table next to the pizza truck at the sunday school saturday kickoff I remembered her even though I had not seen her in three summers I didn’t recognize her I said to her father she’s four now he said and I realized two…