The Critics
It started at an after-work happy hour. Grousing about the all-but-notional pay raises, certain decisions made by the leadership team, the way those decisions were communicated. At first I mostly sat quietly and listened — after all, I loved my new job! What did I have to complain about? But over time, I joined in […]
Babe
Whether on a church sign or a doormat, the word “welcome” doesn’t always tell the truth. What we do know is that it’s fixed in place. A true welcome is a stance, a practice, a moving thing. It’s most powerful when it’s in loving pursuit, carried in an outstretched hand: Medicine for the wounded, food for the […]
The Line
A channel, a conduit, a portal, a pathway, a hollow bone — each carry something, allowing it to pass through. A line, a thread — they pull what is moving through me. Whose line am I holding? I begin with my own. I look just like my father, whose name I carry, and whose legacy I hold. My […]
A Member of the Flock
I don’t like being called a sheep. As a city person, I don’t really know much about sheep, except that they are stupid, dirty, smelly creatures that stand around all day eating grass, willing to follow the crowd even if they are about to run off the cliff. I could be wrong, of course, but […]
