Perspective as Life

There’s a game I used to play when I was a kid. There’s not a name for this game, and I probably never told anyone I did it. If I did tell someone, they’d just think it was strange or they wouldn’t understand what I meant. But I played the game a lot. Every morning... Continue Reading →

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I listened to the Guardian's live YouTube coverage of the impeachment hearings today. This was the shot the camera was at the recess. It's an image to ponder. I'm #thankful for those who have the courage to speak up and was moved by Lt. Col. Vindman's opening statement.

Gratitude for Chairs

God and I have an inside joke about chairs. In the first year or so after I became a Bahá'í, I helped organize the Sunday devotionals program at the Dallas Baha'i Center. This was during the time when the Center was in a funky old house on Northwest Highway, not the big church that it's... Continue Reading →

woman speaks softly in a small room

In the middle of the night (in the aftermidnight, one might say) when I’m sleeping, I’m often awakened by words and phrases. The Night, in a basket full of dreams, delivers these sounds that wake me, and say, “Here, if you’ll take them, they are yours.” Some choices I have at that moment include: get... Continue Reading →

Dream Role: On Golden Pond

This October, I'll be playing Chelsea in Ernest Thompson's On Golden Pond. I watched the movie a dozen or so times when I was a youngster in the early 80s, so it's been a blast to dig into this moving play that has touches of life's humor. You could say it's a dream role for... Continue Reading →

Joy Station: Benignly Watchful

There's a longer story, but I'll skip to the good part. What I have is benign. What we'll be is watchful. Onward. I have a rocket-fueled feeling. The projects that nudge me most sit more concisely before me. There's so much momentum. An up-leveling is happening. Here's what Autumn has in store, project-wise: Acting: On... Continue Reading →

Joy Station: About a Week

The breast MRI went smoothly. Breathing was tricky. The variety of loudness was interesting. Overall, it was fine. The MRI tech said if I have to do another MRI someday, it'll be a breeze because the breast MRI is probably the toughest since you have to lie on your stomach the whole time. The radiologist... Continue Reading →

Literary Love-Child

I used to pretend I was Kurt Vonnegut Jr.’s love-child. In a spiritual-literary sense, I still dream that it's true. Here’s a lecture he gave about the Shape of Stories. In his sublime simplicity and humor, he explains all of storytelling with a simple graph. It applies, as well, to the stories we tell ourselves.... Continue Reading →

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