It feels like the shot is giving us a time-out rather than a cure. Something impermanent and vague.
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.
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”
I have been enjoying listening to the news once more without the constant chatter about our disreputable past president, but recent news articles about GOP leaders cozying up to Trump make me wonder if this is a lull in Trump coverage or a masking of worrisome behavior that has gone dark and secret. It isContinue reading “Hiatus or False Security”
There was also one rusty button pin with the image of a football and the deteriorating. faded remnants of blue and grey silk ribbons.
A house divided cannot stand.
Ten minutes is a long time for a teenager to hug anyone.
The latest addition to my wardrobe is a finger glove.
This is the end. I can’t breathe. My chest is bursting.
“One night, I had a chat with my house.”