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 …

A Few Thoughts on The Art of Conversation

So Friday night I got together with a few friends for intentional conversation, and the topic was...well, conversation.   We asked questions like, "If you've just had a great conversation with someone, what were the things that made for the greatness of the time?"  "What are conversation killers?"  "What do you expect when you enter …