Of Art and the Hope of Something More

  Another long, white hall stretches out before me. Four openings mark out the entrances into additional exhibit halls, each containing another small collection – Dutch landscapes on the left, a collection of reformation portraits on the right. But before me, a hall… and a question. Why am I even here? I’ve seen this before, … [Read More]

Of Planning – Of Hoping

  Goals. Strategies. Task Lists. There is something about a full calendar that brings me peace. When dreams turn into goals, I find my sweet spot. A vision is cast, and I get to work. A thousand moving pieces do not scare me. There’s always a plan big enough to catch them all. The further … [Read More]

A Question of Blindness

  He took him. He took him by the hand. But it wasn’t enough. What were they looking for? What did they expect? These friends that believed so deeply that things could change, that things could get better. They dragged him forward, out of the masses and into the spotlight of specificity. I don’t think … [Read More]

The Fire of our Night

  All was dark. Darker than dark, the sky seemed to even swallow sound in its mass. I stood by the lit up HBO add by my bus stop, waiting for the 5:17 bus to come my way, trying to remember why I was getting up this early. It’s a holiday, right? Don’t you rest … [Read More]

Of Defiance and Starlight

  “Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodo’s hand; and there he sat silent till deep night fell.”   …till deep night fell. I know those words. I know that world. Another friend is sick, not with a cold. How many more loved ones will face this? How many deaths must we … [Read More]