Loving kindness is common cause for the common good. It risked its own welfare in flagrantly aiding slaves in their desperate fleeing to freedom prior to emancipation. It sat at segregated lunch counters while being spat upon and punched. It motivates cities and churches to show humane consideration to potential deportees. [Read More]
Taxpayers need stronger oversight of border policies
Social justice requires smart stewardship, and we need to make sure resources are not wasted. This spending bill offers a critical learning opportunity. [Read More]
The Clubhouse
America has forever stumbled on the all in all men are created equal. Why? Because there is a WHITE MALES ONLY sign above the clubhouse door. Over two hundred years of bitter struggle have gone into tearing down this sign. [Read More]
La Señora de las Tortas
Mid-morning cake is not what I’m after,
and my few words of Español are inadequate for dialog.
[Read More]
Shells on the Shore
On the wrack line, scanning the shore for plastic debris with a shoulder bag and gloves, the mind wanders far. It might be meditative except my thoughts don’t always trend expansively. Alarm, disgust, bewilderment… misanthropy intrudes despite the beautiful surroundings of sea, shore and sky. [Read More]
Jamal and the Crown Predators
The wise men hold a magical place in the nativity story. They were not members of the religion into which Christ was born, yet they travelled far to pay him homage. Call them gentiles, infidels, pagans, or simply the others. Their knowledge nevertheless conveyed a deep understanding of his humble-yet-cosmic birth. [Read More]
In My Back Yard
We are so deeply shrouded that we are unaware even of the Beauty that surrounds us. Suddenly, we are startled aware by a flock of peeps (Sandpipers), flying in an orchestrated synchronicity.
River of Escape
Dom pushed his pirogue away from the levee and decided it would be the last time. [Read More]
Here after the politician’s funeral
In death he became bigger than life, a champion for our collective conscience. Apparently many of his peers think a bright memorial spotlight can repel corrupting night-bugs from our body politic.
Flash the Northern Flicker
“My goodness, Flash. You’re a mess.” Flossie, his mate, began to pick small bits of grass, and who knows what else, from his ruffled feathers. “What happened to you?” [Read More]
- « Previous Page
- 1
- …
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- …
- 23
- Next Page »