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Holiday Music for the Melancholy Soul

Holiday Music for the Melancholy Soul

Winter Wonderland and Happy Place Late November every year, the hunt is on for that box in garage, basement or attic, that holds the music of the season. (Dating myself here, but most of mine is on CD.) My mother did this, too. In my vivid childhood memory, the...
the Shape of Someone

the Shape of Someone

October and November bring, for a number of our spiritual and cultural traditions, rituals to remember the dead. Not all of our relationships are with the living alone. Our ancestors shape us. Our loved ones live on in us. They shape our present and our future ? for...
Soy Yo!

Soy Yo!

Me, outside MeowWolf, in Santa Fe last month. I hate spiders. Welcome to our new online home! Maybe the nudge came from the hilarious characters in the new live-action Dora the Explorer movie. (A family film that excelled in ways I didn’t expect. But...
“Well, It Isn’t Junk to Me”

“Well, It Isn’t Junk to Me”

A Eulogy for Elizabeth Annabelle “Betty” Bowers Hange, Feb. 29, 1920 — June 15, 2018 I’m not sure what epitaph will be engraved with the artist’s palette Grandma picked years ago for her grave marker, but this would be my choice. I heard...
I, Racist

I, Racist

It happened to me. On a rare shopping trip to buy clothes at the mall, my mother and I popped into one of those boutique shops with racks full of dusty blue and rosy, shabby chic lace. I loathe clothes shopping. Trying to make it as painless and fast as possible, I...
Dance, Shiva, Dance

Dance, Shiva, Dance

For the past two months, instead of a teeny headshot of myself showing up various places on social media, a thumbnail image of Lord Shiva, a Hindu manifestation of the Divine, appeared next to my posts. I?m not Hindu. I?m a Jesus-loving liberal Christian pastor. It?s...

White Like Me

Over dinner last month, my 4-year-old asked, ?Are the new neighbors white-skinned or brown-skinned?? As I pondered how to answer, his big sister chimed in, ?I hope they?re white-skinned.? I paused, barely chewed. Could I answer without scolding or shaming them? I...