I’ve learned quite a bit so far, in the five weeks of quarantine; things about others (hmmm) AND things about myself (double-hmmm). For instance, here are just a few caveats:...
LISTEN and/or READ In May, in the year 1889 (10 years prior to the construction of our current sanctuary, and the year construction began on my Brown-Delaware house) one...
I sit in my house during week four of this “season of sequestering”, this “Lent of Solitude”, and this week: “Pandemic Passion Week”. It’s not as I imagined so many...
By request, I am recounting the story of “FERN SUNDAY” (an unofficial observance of my own; the Sunday before Palm Sunday – last Sunday, in fact.) First, I know this...
I am, by nature, an introvert. It seems strange to people who know me well, but like many performers, teachers, and ministers, I need and love alone time in my...
I was in my car, on my way to Indianapolis. I was in the right-hand lane (going the speed limit…really!) and a car drove past me, pulled in front of...
I was a small boy who could barely read when my mother began instilling in my little brain the idea of memorizing things: phone numbers, addresses, scripture, poems. She was...
(reprinted from June 2019) During my college years, in Seattle, I played the piano and sang – somewhat frequently – to try and make a living while going to class. ...
I love to travel, as you all know, and am travelling as I write this BLOG today: this ASH WEDNESDAY. I love seeing our beautiful world and the people in...
I used to be a percussionist, in Middle School/High School, and played a multitude of percussion instruments in both orchestra and band. Percussion is fascinating, and for anyone with a...