Reflections on The Past
A Southern Boy and God We grew up next to a dirt road. God was in the three churches that lined Church Street. First the Baptist. Then the Presbyterian at the other end of the ...
I’ve decided to talk about things as they occur to me, rather than subject you to a chronological slide show like our parents’ friends used to bore us with (“… and here’s another shot of ...
We walked for miles in every Southern city we visited. Urban walking. We wore jeans and sneakers. Sidewalks. Paved park paths. Asphalt. Cement. Church to parsonage to park to museum to memorial. We chose centrally-located ...
We drove west on Alabama state and county roads – blue highways – from Montgomery to Selma: beautiful farmland, flowering trees in spring bloom, small towns, and, unlike the winter-bitten roads in the North, smooth ...
Hey America! Happy Fourth of July! Are you bored with Black Lives Matter yet? Of course some of you are. I can hear it, read it and watch it. The conversations are turning, because some ...
One of the joys of being a parent is watching your children succeed in life. If you are a reasonable parent you set your expectations at healthy and happy, and consider everything else as icing ...
Almost daily there is a story in the news that is so salacious it becomes viral immediately whether it is true or not. This writing is inspired by a conversation I had with my brother ...
I always thought that the wide world does not go beyond the borders of our house’s walls which are on the brink of falling down; yet, I have been startled as i got out of ...
Violence without intelligence, is survival. With intelligence, we are able to delineate what violence is needed, productive violence from senseless, unproductive, unethical violence. The dividing line for violence is debated, but evolving. The more emotionally ...
Alright then, I don’t know how to start this, but here is my story, First it was Monday, the 30th of October, I worked in the second shift that day, until 11 pm and at ...
