rage room I was in a different city a few weeks back and saw a rage room a shop that invited you to come in a break things through the open door we saw drop cloths and a stack of sledgehammers as well as sheets of glass plates cups and televisions stuff that would shatter…
remember this this grab for power is an act of desperation it may seem measured calculated deliberate but look in their eyes and you can see fear behind all of the greed the damage is real but their frantic grasp for permanence is not nobody lasts forever despot or democrat history forgets us all we…
I preached about the prodigal son—well, mostly the older brother—today, a week late by the Lectionary Clock, but it felt like the right time to me. _________________________ Though we didn’t go back and read the verses that begin Luke 15 when Bev read our scripture, I want to do that now to remind us of…
gathering tomorrow two groups will gather on opposite ends or our town green the first will be a funeral for a gentle man who loved people and their pets well the second will be a rally of solidarity in the wake of all that is being destroyed in both cases we will gather not fully…
honest answer one of the traditions that comes with aging is most every nurse who checks me in for an appointment, no matter the doctor or the reason, asks “Do you feel safe at home?” the question is a part of a perfunctory list quickly-asked queries with expected answers they will expect to hear again…
striking out (Monday, March 31, 5:17 pm EDT) I don’t think I’ve ever written a poem in real time by that I mean when the subject is still in play but its the top of the ninth in the Red Sox’ fifth game of this young season and Rafael Devers has done nothing but strike…
The lectionary passage this week is the parable of the prodigal son, but I’m going to wait a week on that because I was captured by the two stories that precede it in Luke’s gospel. _______________________ Before Jesus began telling parables about banquets, Luke told us he was at the home of one of the…
spectator sport It has only been a hundred years since we began to see a spectator as one detached from their subject for many centuries to observe meant to watch and behold you didn’t have to be on the field to attach to what was going on which makes me want to claim the title…
walking the aisles as one who is hearing impaired I have lost the ability to hear the background music that plays in the supermarket as I wander about sans soundtrack picking up pickles tortillas and yogurt to name a few things all the while weaving in and out of others I’m not sure anyone is…
progress report it’s been about two months since I tried to put words to learning to live with after market material tucked under the skin on the side of my skull I am learning to navigate dueling Bluetooths (Blueteeth?) each ear competing to host incoming sounds and then there’s the hole in my eardrum a…