Writing is too easy for us narcissists. There is the delusion that others care, and worse, care about you—unless none of it is about you, because all of life has been given to you. Being more than three-score years old, husband, father, architect, football player, coach and one of those the dreaded “cradle” Episcopalians, what I offer is fraught with the impossibilities of living up to those gifts. So I write about what is irreconcilable other than through God’s love and grace that passes all understanding. And I steal really good phrases. Often.
About Duo Dickinson
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Wind (and God)
“A Rapid — Footless Guest — / To Offer Whom a Chair / Were as Impossible as Hand / A Sofa to the Air —”
Now What? On the President, the Pandemic, and Love
Our Circumstances Change Our Devotions — Whether We Fail or Succeed
On the Cusp of Humility
“It is Crock Pot Time in America. The Main Ingredient is COVID-19, Seasoned with Fear, Anger, and Unfollowed Wisdom.”
Masked Morality
In these Seasons of Threat and Judgment, I long for God to simply Grace me with a Sense of Humor and Patience
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