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sky blue
There is not a cloud in the sky on this fall morning in Durham. Here's where the sky took me. oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies . . . oh, they tell me of an unclouded day Peace, Milton
il cuoco della villa
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
shameless commerce division
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
don't write alone
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
summer rain
the rain stopped just before I woke up and opened the back door to find fresh-washed sunshine dustless leaves and a brand new day splashing barefoot in the puddles now I am out in the dark so the dogs can make one last circle of a yard they know by
the grammar of togetherness
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
memory
On an afternoon he will not remember I watched a little boy follow his feet along the brick walkway, caught in the cracks -- in the mystery of the moss and the pull of the pattern on his eyes not yet three feet off the ground. The sun looked over
it's a miracle
We talked about miracles at our church Sunday, as did most folks who follow the common lectionary since the Gospel passage was about Jesus feeding the five thousand. Ginger asked a group of us to help pantomime the scripture as she read it; our drama included passing bowls of Pepperidge
a spirit not of fear . . .
I found out this morning that the brother of a college friend was killed in the theater in Aurora, Colorado. He was there with his two daughters; they survived, but he did not. The connection doesn’t change how I feel about the killings, or how I ache for those
he who has ears to hear . . .
It was a little after eight when the audiologist came out into the waiting room to get me. I followed her back to the room where we had sat the day before and I listened to her tell me about what could be done to compensate for my hearing loss.
milty, can you hear me?
A couple of years ago, I started noticing changes in my hearing. When it came time for my yearly physical exam, I asked my doctor about sending me to an ENT and also to an allergist, since I have yet to find a season to which I am not allergic