Welcome To The Dance
The Saturday mornings of my youth were spent dancing to the funky rhythms with the Soul Train gang, and wishing I was black. It was 1971, I was fourteen, and as Soul Train made it’s television debut, R & B…
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Write As Though My Life Depends On It
The simple words of a quote written on archival paper brought forth a rush of longing and peaceful insight. “Work to become not to acquire”. Bursting forth the seedlings of understanding and revelation, our trip to Buffalo to visit our…
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Unpretentious Eats
The winter sun is descending slowly and the warm light of afternoon is bathing our Sunday dinner in golden hues, the chicken in the roasting pan a heavenly glow. This is how life ought to be. The unfathomable pleasure of…
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Encounter With God
The morning started just as any other. Who could have known that in just a few short hours I would have an encounter that would set me on a path for life and alter my destiny forever? As all others…
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My Friend Jim
This story was written a few years ago, but the details seem like a lifetime has passed. My journey has brought me to a place of wholeness and healing. Today godly men who live lives of honesty, and authenticity surround…
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My Present Reality
I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, even though I don’t know the details. Like an inviting path leading to who knows where, this is my present reality. Having recently uprooted a life of thirteen years and relocating…
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Hungers Opportunity
The road to culinary mastery didn’t begin with dreams of Michelin stars and Zagat ratings. My path was born of necessity on the desolate highway of hunger and emptiness. Hunger chased me down like a rabid animal, showing the initial…
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Big Green Kitchen
The quiet aloneness of early morning belongs to me. I own this time in my day, in my life. Oh that my entirety could exist in this rarified air, free from the imposition of anyone or anything uninvited. Awakening, my…
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To This I Am Called
The warm an inviting aromas of Hash brown Casserole, cinnamon rolls, and strong hot coffee permeated the morning stillness, and gave a sense of how things ought to be on a cold winter’s morning. Those wonderful smells belied the fact…
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