I was rummaging around in The Hedgehog Review–mostly because I love hedgehogs and it’s called The Hedgehog Review–and came across an article titled “The Living Faith of the Dead,” which was a book review and had nothing to do with hedgehogs. The site, by the way, is based at the University of Virginia and hosts…
the edge I feel like I have walked along the edge of despair today not so much a cliff as a dimension you’ve seen it on tv when they move between one world and another somehow I sound crazy but between remembering Martin and visiting a nursing home and learning about Cyclone Freddy left me…
Since the NCAA Men’s Final started so late, I had time to participate in something I love that I have not been able to do for the past three years, which is to go to choir practice with the Shoreline Soul Gospel Choir. Angela Clemmons, the founder and director of the choir, is someone who…
wonderings we act like it’s a week of happenings to call holy but it’s only a day or two most of the days go by silent and unscheduled like most days go by sure there’s the donkey and the coats in the road but then nothing much until supper for the last time when no…
extended run it was foggy and grey almost the whole day rain hung like a curtain in an empty theater the sun didn’t show until late afternoon by then we’d played our small scenes that felt more like a dress rehearsal for a series of solo acts or so it seemed but I don’t believe…
In my newsletter this week, I wrote about Caitlin Clark, the point guard for the Iowa Hawkeyes who are playing tonight for a spot in the National Championship Game on Sunday. In describing her prowess, I said, She is known for her shooting ability, particularly her three-pointers that she can drop from the confession stands…
soft opening the boys of summer took to the field at Fenway Park on a spring afternoon at the end of March with the sun shining and the temperature in the high thirties to start the season I watched from the couch with the pups and tried to learn the new names on the Olde…
nothing new I don’t know that I have anything new to say but grief is redundant when the same thing keeps happening again and again there is nothing new to say because there is no one new to listen we’ve heard it all before we will hear it all again after the next round of…
One Saturday morning when I was working as a Creative at the Apple Store in Durham, a man showed up for a training appointment with a bag over his shoulder and his iMac in his arms. We set up his computer and I asked what he wanted to work on in our hour together. I…
In the summer of of 1969, we moved from Lusaka, Zambia to Nairobi Kenya. I lived in Zambia from first through fifth grade, and then again for seventh grade. When we moved there, it was still the British colony Northern Rhodesia. On October 24, 1964, we participated in the birth of the new nation. I…