Awhile back my friend Rita C. posted a piece here on the VTH called 'Women who sleep with dogs'.   It's a sweet, edgy, tongue in cheek poem that made me think about the wolves I've slept with. Now, all you hundreds of past lovers of mine out there in the world, you can rest easy.  I'm not talking about you.  Of course. That ...

Men hate us. We have, somehow, they think, rejected them. They think, perhaps, we’re lesbian  (how that equates I cannot comprehend). It’s true, we sleep with dogs instead of men - we sleep with dogs because they are our friends.   They keep us warm at night, and mend the holes that men have punched into our souls. We ...

GOODBYE CEREMONY   Your husband, your son and your daughter have left. Their disconnected legs are mechanical vehicles carrying sagging shoulders and slapped faces away to restless beds. Out the window, there is no thunder, no raven, no song. There is only the noise of this room, the lights buzzing and faucet dripping. I say, ...

  flickr photo by Francis Storr   She had asked that in lieu of sending flowers, anyone who wanted to remember her please to plant a tree.  I planted two. And one backup, so that’s three. She was worth at least three trees to me. The peach, purchased just this spring, saved from the parking lot of City Market, the only peach ...

40   The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was martyred 40 years ago on April 4.  I was born 40 years ago on April 6.  My mother once told me that while she was in the hospital giving birth, there were riots going on outside the hospital in Youngstown, OH in reaction to the assassination.  Dr. King was 39 when he was gunned ...

This has been an intense time for me.   3 ½ months of reading and reading and reading and reflecting and writing and going to church and going to church and reading and deciphering Hebrew and reading and reading and writing and reflecting and researching and reading and going to church and planning a liturgy and reading and reading and ...