I used to enjoy sitting at our table, watching you eat, watching you enjoy your food, every bite you took. You didn't know but I watched as we talked. Sweet potatoes, salads, stir-fry, spiced by ear, your tiny hands, nourishing yourself with food I prepared, bought with the fruits of my labor. I watched you enjoy every bite, each an infusion, my love for you diffusing into you, spoons full of love. A portion of my vow, what spring does with the cherry trees, but more, It was one way that I just knew.
Any man can have a kid as they say, but it’s another matter altogether to be a father. I had to learn as I went, to cobble together what it meant to father and how to do it. Continue reading
Let us forget with generosity, those who cannot love us. – Pablo Neruda
A while ago, on January 2, 2011, I wrote a reflection piece called Reverse Resolutions – 11 Reflections on 2011. I suppose it’s normal to reflect like this on days of passage and that would include a 65th birthday. It’s hard to believe that last article was 10 years ago already, but so that goes as we age as well. Don’t worry, I’m not going to burden you, dear reader, with 65 reflections on the occasion, but taking stock of a few things is not a bad idea from time to time. These are not resolutions or revelations that I woke up one morning realizing after an epiphany – it’s just things I’ve been thinking about lately. Continue reading
One of the most widely-read posts on my little site is the first interview I did for Down The Line magazine in 2010 where I publicly discussed not being able to accept the tenets of any version of Christianity any longer. In 2017 I was approached by Doug Peterson to do a follow-up interview, published in July, 2017. Here is that interview. Continue reading
I had this really fun discussion with longtime friend and musical troublemaker Abe Abdelhadi, wherein we liken leaving religion to death by a thousand paper cuts while increasing compassion for those we strongly disagree with. We also consider the critically important ways to sprinkle correctly pigeon blood while asking, “This is the book we get?!” Continue reading
MySpace was still a thing in July, 2009 when I received a request for an online interview. I was in a very strange and transitional place. My Christian house of cards had suddenly fallen and I had just realized that I could no longer consider myself a believer in any meaningful sense although I still had questions; lots of questions. I had told nobody about my current thinking. Continue reading
This has been a good old house. My family moved in when I was 14 and my father still lives here. Every once in a while he talks about downsizing and moving to a smaller, more manageable place. He never will. Continue reading