That we can watch such things for free over the internet via PBS is something for which I am immensely grateful. That this is just one more story we share as a family – that’s priceless.
Only connect. Don’t let the mundane stand in the way. Make the time. Be curious and honest, and keep an open heart. Find others to encourage and support you in this practice. It’s simple, but it can mean the world.
It’s that time of year again, when our culture takes a holiday originating in fall harvest and the passing of generations, and turns it into a celebration of imagination, childhood, community, misrule, aggression, terror, & trauma (as well as another opportunity for a capitalist binge).
One of the things that has blessed us in our time in this part of Wisconsin has been the chance to live close to our food. It’s not that we sat farther from our plates in the city where I grew up, of course; it’s that we sat further away from the land that was our food’s native home.
“The very idea that there is no truth, but only the filter of narrative through which truth is invented is something I learned at the feet of the most leftist professors at Yale and am learning again from Sarah Palin during the Vice Presidential debate, and I find that very disorienting.”
Having conventional life stages mapped out is comforting–we know what we are supposed do and when; but what if life doesn’t always fit in a box? Or what if, as recent developmental research implies, there is no box?
Sixty-three years ago this week, the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The enormity of the event, the inhuman scale of both this power and its consequences, is nearly impossible to communicate. How can one understand the power of a thousand suns unleashed upon whole cities? It became one of the defining stories for generations […]
Fathers are parents as well; we deal with those who are tender, and weak, and unprepared. Our strength is employed to their good and enjoyed in their company. That is the true heart of a father. It is a context of relationship changes everything.
Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future.
And for All Saints Day, a shout-out to Red Justice, Street Hero, Direction Man, the Super, and all the other Real Life Superheroes!