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  • The Winter of Our Unsettled Season

    It was a tough year to be human in 2020. I mentioned this in passing to our cat, Boo, and she looked at me with cold green eyes, blinked, and walked away unfazed by the concerns of her bipedal servant.… Continue reading

    The Winter of Our Unsettled Season
  • Where all the colors bleed into one

    Earlier this year, I joined with my brother and other family members in establishing a foundation called 1256 Movement. I grew up 40 miles north of Black Wall Street, the epicenter of a place that was grand and thriving in… Continue reading

  • River Road
  • The Naked Eye

    Rain drips from the eaves of our cabin porch near Westcliffe, Colorado, as Led Zeppelin’s The Rain Song plays in my ear pods. It’s 60 degrees and the sky is electric as I gaze at the Sangre de Cristo Mountains… Continue reading

    The Naked Eye
  • Waiting All These Years

    I’ve been thinking about Dooney lately. He was 5’10” about 175 lbs…just like me only he was black. I guarded him in practice. He could shoot it and he could get in your face and shut you down. Although he… Continue reading

    Waiting All These Years
  • Saying Goodbye

    One of the enduring images of watching his earthly body fade was Mom reading Facebook comments to him. Mom often read to all six of us in the car on vacations, assorted books, Reader’s Digest jokes, the Bible. It was… Continue reading

  • On the Road Again

    Dad always had a travelin’ jones. He loved maps, highways, vacations, travel. It was an itch that could only be scratched with a road trip. As Dad lay dying, he asked the logistical questions one asks when preparing for a… Continue reading

    On the Road Again
  • I Don’t Want to Be a Burden

    Last night my Dad told those gathered around him, “I don’t want to be a burden.” This morning, I read from Henry Nouwen’s, Adam’s Peace. “Adam can do nothing. He is completely dependent on others. His gift is purely being… Continue reading

    I Don’t Want to Be a Burden
  • April 18, 2020

    April 12 My brother Greg mentioned that there are perhaps more moments of children and parents  having a catch these days. In my childhood, this would have been my sister or my dad with whom I had a catch. I… Continue reading

    April 18, 2020