Scene: Four African-American men in Glasgow, Kentucky, hunting friends for fifty years. They tell the same stories, laugh at the same jokes, complete one another’s sentences. Intimate beyond intimate, the men transcend time and place. The world changes around them but they live simply, and amidst nature. It’s a quiet, reverent lifestyle.
Read more...When was the last time you meandered? Took a wrong turn on purpose just to see what loomed beyond — a tableau of tall trees, a deserted stone building, a parade of cars?
Read more...It’s been a long time, I know. You see, I am only now coming back to myself. It’s a solid month after the election: the one that Steve very narrowly lost; the one that consumed our family for months in physical and emotional energy; the one that was important for us to do together and bears generous lessons in spite of the outcome.
Read more...The question hit home the other day while at a meet and greet for Steve’s campaign. For those of you who live outside Denver, yes, we are still in the midst of campaign fever. But only for two more weeks; the election is June 7.
Read more...What can I say? Life feels upside down right now. Just look at my son, Casey, and our friend, Barry.
Read more...Do you have a particular number that you see? Maybe a lucky number?
For me, it’s 1111.
Read more...Everything, it seems, is in high gear these days, which explains my absence. I’ve never been involved in politics until now. Steve’s campaign for Denver City Council is going quite well, yet it demands endless hours. The days start earlier and end later, weekends, too, and even when sleeping, we find that the to-do list of people to call, yard signs to deliver, e-mails to send, reminders to note, grows and grows.
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