100 Things I Know #17 – I Know I Don’t Know What It Means To Be Black In America

Let me say it again, just to be clear.   I know that I don't know what it means to be black in America. That’s an awkward way to say it.   Here's what I mean. § I am white, and I am privileged.   And for most of my adult life, that privilege was invisible …

Poetry Tuesday: “Love. What Is This Word?”

Got your coffee?  A cup of tea?   Here we go. So the conversation begins (see yesterday's post) with a sampling of my tetrameter (eight syllables per line, roughly) musings, a discipline I've continued each morning for over a year now.   I've decided to ignore whether or not these writings can properly be called …

Thoughts on “My Fair Lady”

[Caveat:  I wrote the following over the weekend before I'd had much a chance to read up on Shaw's take on things.  Now I know more.  Tomorrow I'll return to this theme.  What follows in this post is uninformed and rambly, but I'd still be interested in seeing a production that came at the play …

The Fight for Ideas, The Fight for Survival

So I went outside for a couple of days, attacking a weed-infested garden tract in my backyard, and allergies rose up and hammered me toward a sinus infection, which I'm currently refusing to bow to. Perhaps it's an appropriate penance for the sin of neglecting this nice little piece of ground that could be used …

Imagination and Power

As I launch my research into my next writing project, the burden of the world seems heavy.  People are both oppressive and oppressed, you know?  Life is a puzzle, a problem, a challenge...pick your word that describes the difficulty of things. It's a war, it's a highwire act, it's a race.   But it's also …

Wondering about the Promised Land: The Conversation on Racial Reconciliation

I’m white, middle-aged, male, Texan, and have lived in the Pacific Northwest for a combined total of 20 years.  I'm a follower of Christ.  I'm artistic, heterosexual, contemplative, English-speaking, have an IQ of whatever, and have decent emotional intelligence although my mind tends to go chaotic when I get in heated battles.   And in saying …

Theatre Spiked Sunday Morning: On Experiencing “The Agony and Ecstasy of Steve Jobs”

Race.  Labor.  Civil War.  Apple.  Corporate responsibility, art, and Christ.  The present moment, Sabbath, friendship, taking on the world.  Somewhere in China, men, women, boys, and girls, each having singular, personal names just like we do, sacred mysteries all (see yesterday's post), will go to work today, and the only thing keeping them from flinging …