Carole J. Garrison

When COVID Pushes You to the Edge and the Kindness of Strangers Brings You Back

I wore no makeup, a waste when you have to cover your face with a mask, and I was dressed in my COVID incarceration uniform—baggy sweats and a loose cotton top.

Then a colleague of mine, who was pastor of the “quiet” Black church downtown, invited me to attend a service. He said it was quiet because it wasn’t a Holy Roller church; however, it was anything but quiet by UU standards—or even Jewish norms. The choir was magnificent . . . as were the hats the ladies wore.

Police Reform

Let us give police clear and unambiguous guidelines while relieving them of tasks that we should assign to ourselves and our social institutions.

Two Tricky by Half

I can only hope that Trump too has a reckoning.

My Whole Soul Is in It

I watched the inauguration of Joseph Biden on C-Span to avoid the comments of the spin masters and talking heads. I thrilled to the quotes of Abraham Lincoln, Biden’s own soundbite, “Let us end this uncivil war,” and the beautiful poetry of Amanda Gorman, Youth Poet Laureate. Then I heard a guest on Fox News,Continue reading “My Whole Soul Is in It”