Last night, the Red Sox lost their last home game of the season. We have six away games left — three with the Orioles and then three with the Yankees — and then our season will be over. We will finish with a losing record for the first time in fifteen years. If Toronto continues…

The Kickstarter campaign to raise money for my book tour ends tonight at 9:20 Eastern time. Please pass the link along in these final hours. Thanks for all the support and encouragement. My book, Keeping the Feast: Metaphors for the Meal, will be released on October 1. Peace,Milton

        Goodreads Book Giveaway                                      Keeping the Feast                      by Milton Brasher-Cunningham                                  Giveaway ends October 01, 2012.                                See the giveaway details            at Goodreads.                              Enter to win

There is not a cloud in the sky on this fall morning in Durham. Here’s where the sky took me. sky blue  oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies . . .oh, they tell me of an unclouded day on this unclouded day the skyis the color of heartachesame as the…

Several years ago, NPR ran a story in which they asked several award winning photographers to describe the best photograph they never took: a moment when they saw the picture and didn’t raise the camera. Then they asked them to tell why they chose to simply hold the image in their respective memories. Most all…

On October 1, Keeping the Feast: Metaphors for the Meal will be in bookstores.I can’t believe it. Life, for me right now, is a flurry of activity. Perhaps the biggest learning curve is understanding the fine art of self-promotion. I am proud of the book and I want to get it to as many people…

In four months, this blog will be seven years old. One of the reasons I started keeping the blog was I wanted to be a writer. I had been writing for a long time — I even had a draft of a novel that was already several years old, but none of it had anywhere…

the rain stoppedjust before I woke upand opened the back doorto find fresh-washed sunshinedustless leavesand a brand new daysplashing barefootin the puddles now I am out in the darkso the dogs can makeone last circleof a yard they knowby heartso we can go to sleepwhile a brand new nightsoaks itselfinto the soil Peace,Milton

Here is the manuscript of the sermon I preached this morning at Pilgrim UCC here in Durham. For many of us, text messaging is a part of life. There’s much of what comes with sending texts that works for me. I like being able to send and receive messages that don’t require I answer the…

On an afternoon he will not rememberI watched a little boy follow his feet along the brick walkway, caught in the cracks —in the mystery of the moss and thepull of the pattern on his eyes not yet three feet off the ground. The sunlooked over his shoulder like a friendas he stooped to touch…