Things Bella Taught Me

20130903_181810Bella thinks she owns us. And we enable her megalomania.

Proof of her self-consciousness is her voice. On the end of the couch, Bella gave her low-muffled “grrr” as if to say to Bev, “Get out-of-the-way, I want to lay between you and Dad.” Later, sitting upright on the floor, she gave her really shrill yippy bark as if to say, “You’re not paying attention to me; quit what you’re doing now.”

The thing that really slays me is her stare. Large brown eyes and long eyelashes saying, “Will you play with me?” I’m a sucker for that, and that is what caused a recent visit to the chiropractor. Continue Reading »

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. Annie Dillard. http://ht.ly/ymKad

Ode to Proverbs 15

Fool 02Fools talk incessantly
Words spill out like water from a broken main
Meaningless, destructive, out-of-place
Disconnected from good sense.

Fools hate wisdom
Because it points out their folly
And dares to curtail their
Impulses and unfettered desires. Continue Reading »


PoetryPoiema, work, seems so ordinary.
Everyday, common events performed
In service to life’s routines,
Production and generativity. Just work.

Poiema bakes a pie for a friend
And decorates the crust with scallops
As a touch of beauty and love
Experienced through the taste buds. Continue Reading »

Five Essential Questions

Questions 02Woodlawn was the third poorest neighborhood in Chicago. As early as 1990 over half of its residents were on some form of public aid, and the median household income was only $13,000. Eighty percent of residents lacked higher education; prostitution and drug addiction were rampant.

John McKnight, emeritus professor of education and social policy and co-director of the Asset-Based Community Development Institute at Northwestern University, walked door to door through Woodlawn asking residents 5 questions. These questions helped residents start to think inwardly in terms of producing change for their embattled community. Continue Reading »

Good Grief

David and BathshebaMiddle Eastern houses had flat roofs which were usable living spaces.  One day King David (1040-970 BC) was strolling around on his palace roof when he noticed a neighbor lady bathing on her roof. Her beauty captured his attention, and he stared lustfully at her body.

“I must have her,” he told his servant, and the servant was dispatched to deliver a “the-king-wants-you-to-have-an-audience-with-him” message. You couldn’t say “No” to the king, so “Bathsheba” put on her finest make-up and dress and left with the servant.

From the beginning, King David had lecherous intentions, so he plied Bathsheba with wine, delicious food, and his full attention.  “Let’s adjourn to my bedroom,” he said, Bathsheba’s inhibitions thoroughly anesthetized by the wine and luxury. Continue Reading »

Going to Church

dont-go-to-church1On Sunday I go to church.
It is Sabbath, holy, social, encouraging
Giving me insight and motivation
For the coming week.

I could do other things.
Sleep, read the newspaper, or drink coffee at Starbucks
And I could say that these are
My own version of church. Continue Reading »

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