Mercy for the pain

  Sometimes we talk as if changing our views, coming to new understandings, is a cognitive exercise, a battle of aligning our mind with the work of justice. We didn't know things, and now we know things - knowledge at the center. But deconstruction is the stuff of guts. Not like "having the guts to [...]

On the bench under her pear tree

So often my mind returns to that place, a barn and pasture hidden up the winding roads in the hills of east Kentucky, out of sight from the main road. In those quick and unbidden glimpses of memory, the times when my mind goes there like a flashback to some earlier significant scene, it is [...]

For the love of dog

"When you're finished with what you're doing, can you bathe Gabby?" It's Saturday morning, lazy in the kennel of the animal hospital except for this load of laundry, that stack of three dog bowls waiting to be washed. All the boarders are morning napping, running after squirrels in their dreams, and I have so much [...]