In Healing the Heart of Democracy Parker Palmer says the church potluck binds us together. He talks about how one church used potlucks to help people fix their troubled neighborhood….
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“The cat came back, the very next day, I thought he was a goner but the cat came back. He couldn’t stay away!” I first heard this folk song at…
“But the truth is, my worst nightmares are someone’s present reality. What right do I have to be happy in a busted-up world where people are weeping over graves right…
It’s been sad month, so I thought I’d share a few poems from my unpublished collection: The Grieving Dreams. I made these poems after my brother died nearly 28 years…
The shed door wouldn’t budge. Bruce pushed against it. I pushed against it with him. It stayed stuck. He’d gotten it open but we were expecting severe weather, the weather…
What do you do if you hurt someone and you’re pressed nose to glass by your own pettiness, meanness, hypocrisy? Shame wells up like a bad smell. What if the…
I rode Tessie through fear the other day and kept thinking about the old lines by Percy Shelley, “Oh wild west wind, thou breath of autumn’s being” only this was early…
Shaman. That’s what I thought about Mark Russell. He may be laying his hands on the horses like any well trained body worker, adjusting horses where they are broken, but…
Soon after Booker died, some puppy pictures caught my eye, so I asked the breeder if she had any adults. She did — a bitch who’d been returned. When I…
“Don’t tell me what to do. I know what to do. I don’t need to feel any worse about my abilities than I already do,” she said, with an honesty…