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 …