Sunday Talks

I looked up the origin of the phrase “true blue.” Some people believe that it refers to the endless blue sky above us, the blue yonder.  Others suggest that it might have had something to do with the purity of…

With three cats, we do a lot of lint-rolling. Often, it takes each of us several sheets before we can leave the house. Even then, bright sunshine usually reveals still more cat hair. It’s ridiculous, especially in corduroy and sweater…

I’ve been vibing with the Prayer of St. Francis these past couple of weeks. I don’t like feeling knocked-down and kicked-about by circumstance, so rarely do I linger there long. I am trying to direct my emotional energy, as much…

I’m preparing to audition next month for Musical Theatre Southwest’s production of Man of La Mancha. It seems an especially timely show for the first quarter of the new year, offering a message of persistent hope through the most trying…

Oh, my friends... Nothing that I thought I might write and talk about this week is anything that I want to talk or write about anymore. Not right now, at least. It all sounds naive or stupid, simplistic or fake.…

Dr. King noted, “We are made by history.” Who we are is a product of everyone and everything that has come before. The genetic material in our cells is the unimaginably complex consummation of a trillion trillion connections. Contemporary society,…

There are different kinds of scary. Halloween scary is fun. It can be spooky, sexy, and sweet all at the same time. Halloween scary is weirdly life-affirming, even as it evokes death and darkness. It’s an invitation for us to…

My usual approach can be kind of hard. Not only hard as in difficult — though certainly that, too. But also hard as in a fierce ability to take a hard look at things when necessary, to have hard conversations…

It’s been quite a week. We expected it to be emotional, everyone gathering from around the country to honor the life of our friend, Beth, who left unexpectedly and too soon, two weeks ago. We knew we’d be dealing with…

Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.) - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself I do like it when things appear fairly straight-forward. Knowing who I am, where I stand, solid in my position…