“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...
On March 15

On March 15

On March 15, in Cleveland, we celebrate 35 degrees?and dry sidewalks by playing outside all morning, and again in the afternoon. We bike the block in mittens and fleece, and with numb fingers push dried peas into peat pots filled and dampened on the stoop. The former...