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In Search of My Voice: Oasis #2 - The Waiting
The waiting is the hardest partEvery day you get one more yardYou take it on faith, you take it to the heartThe waiting is the hardest part - Tom...
In Search of My Voice: Oasis #2 - The Waiting
The waiting is the hardest partEvery day you get one more yardYou take it on faith, you take it to the heartThe waiting is the hardest part - Tom...
In Search of My Voice - Oasis #1
“We are born in debt, owing the world a death. This is the shadow that darkens every cradle.” - David J. Morris, The Evil Hours The Call I was...
In Search of My Voice - Oasis #1
“We are born in debt, owing the world a death. This is the shadow that darkens every cradle.” - David J. Morris, The Evil Hours The Call I was...
Becoming Unbroken
“We live in a sick society, Carl…one way or another, all of us are broken.” In recent conversation with a clinical psychotherapist, something I said led him to make this...
Becoming Unbroken
“We live in a sick society, Carl…one way or another, all of us are broken.” In recent conversation with a clinical psychotherapist, something I said led him to make this...
The Mother I Never Knew
A photograph can capture a moment that forever changes the trajectory of one’s legacy. Sitting on the edge of my mother’s bed, in a small apartment in the Michigan town...
The Mother I Never Knew
A photograph can capture a moment that forever changes the trajectory of one’s legacy. Sitting on the edge of my mother’s bed, in a small apartment in the Michigan town...
LENT: Please forgive my mess
A week ago – on Ash Wednesday – my wife accompanied me to a late-afternoon service at our church. (Those of you who know us personally know that she is...
LENT: Please forgive my mess
A week ago – on Ash Wednesday – my wife accompanied me to a late-afternoon service at our church. (Those of you who know us personally know that she is...
Reflections of My Father
How do I ever explain the enigma that was my father…? He taught me many things…a few stayed learned. Among them was to love fiercely, if unwisely; to respect nature...
Reflections of My Father
How do I ever explain the enigma that was my father…? He taught me many things…a few stayed learned. Among them was to love fiercely, if unwisely; to respect nature...