This is where the medicine men throw lightening. Its name is Swalalahoost. From a distance, far from it’s true qualities, it’s referred to as Saddle Mountain. [Read More]
For the Love of Collard Greens
Collard greens are a staple to any soul food meal. Many times it can be the lengthiest part of the meal, but also the most satisfying. [Read More]
Life in the Upper Left Edge
We are hard-wired to need each other, to function in relationships and communities. It takes courage, skill, and practice to do it, but it’s the only game in town that will save us. Let’s play it together, with humor and grace. [Read More]
Make Good Deals
Trade is an old reason to gather round the table. Two deals now focus our attention. One seeks to relax trade sanctions on Iran in exchange for a halt to nuclear armament. The other seeks to liberalize trade among Pacific-rim nations in exchange for, well, we haven’t been told yet. [Read More]
Mythos, Pathos, and a Lotus Flower
Baying in sylvan moonlight, intrepid eyes watch as harbingers of sound, spoken word dappled in periwinkle trust, parades flamboyantly, confidently, down horse cobbled streets. [Read More]
Soil of My Soul
Deep in the soil of my soul, I am Me; gritty, earthy, and raw. The heartbeats of my children live there. As do the spirits of lost loves, the hope of eternal life, and the forgiveness that I will someday grant myself. [Read More]
Travel Light
The German Bundeswehr meant to draft me for two years of service for the fatherland. But I was already an expatriate, had other notions for my life. [Read More]
Rabbinical Reflections on the Season
Once again, here we are, in the juxtaposition of Jewish and Christian redemption and renewal holidays – Passover and Easter, respectively – and I find myself acting in two plays, one of which tells the Old Testament story of Joseph in musical form. [Read more]
Encounters with the Jewish Jesus
Back in 1986, I was browsing my university bookstore when someone yelled, “How dare you wear that?!” Before I turned around, I glanced down to make sure my pants matched my shirt. What could I be wearing that was so offensive? Was this hostility even directed at me? The scowling woman was dressed in a […]
Return to the scene of our baptism
A little oasis lives in the city of man,
a place insiders drink to divinity.
Their libations skim the surface bare —
lauding scapegoats, mocking strangers.
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