Dad, you are two-dimensional — a cardboard figure in my mind. For too many years I have wondered why I did not feel close to you. Desperately, I write to know you loved me. Dad and me at two years old in a Maryland snow With thin scraps of memories, I collage a quiet, respectable…
A 20th Century Gentlewoman
In our small, bright yellow kitchen, you stirred your signature onion, chili powder, ground beef, tomato, kidney bean and macaroni dish on the stove. The delicious aroma wafted my way as I perched on the washing machine a few feet away, dangling my teenaged legs and talking with you. Every day, you and I were…
What Caring? People Did – and Do: Looking Back, Seeing Now
Please be advised: difficult topic in this post. In the evening caring fathers swungLaughing kids on swing setsBy day they took care of prisonersMethodicallyPumping gas into death chambersFiring ovens to burn human fleshAnyway, they said sincerely,Everyone with reason knowsThey don’t deserve to liveWe are importantAnd I'm a caring personA good friendAmbitiousI have my plansMy futureMy…
The Nearness of God 