FORGOTTEN PROPHETS

I realize now that God does not carefully guard those for whom he hears no prayer.  We hand them over to God and trust they will or may grow...

We watch our sons grow, and hope and work for the best, but it’s like the weather -- you make plans, and then it’s out of your control. I w...

I was having one of those imaginary conversations not long ago, about what an amazing father I once was. That led me to think about how my ...

In Czarist Russia c. 1861, an agitator for Polish freedom was sent into exile, escorted by a functionary of the court. On the journey the ma...

It's a birthday today. One of my lost boys. At this point I have no emotion. Oh, I have emotion. Some things I feel perfectly free and r...

Writing, what I do, here, is just communication. It's all storytelling. What bees do: I dance because there's nectar over there. Wh...

I haven't been feeling like I want to do a lot of writing here. Can't say why. An emotional contraction, perhaps. At the same time t...

I've referred to Jason , my boy from juvenile hall. I won't dig into that wound too deeply. But in the years that I knew him, not a ...

This is the day that Jason came to live with me. I say he came, but I went and got him. Out at one of the juvenile halls. This is also the ...

I want justice. I cannot have it. I want vengeance. I may someday take it. It's unlikely now. I have not planned for it, and I will not ...

There are many things I write here, that I do not share. I do not think that you would want to see them. But there is madness in the air...

I've forgotten so many of the finer details. It's understandable, given that I have striven to not think about it. Striven, and fail...

Should I have loved less? Should I have walked away after the first or third or fifth failure, the tenth defiance, the hundredth betrayal, w...

It's been a bad few weeks, aside from the lift I got from hearing from my son. I just haven't been able to sleep. I'd sleep for ...

I understand Hamlet. He wasn't mad at all. He wasn't wrestling with his conscience. He was religious. It's not that he couldn...

That's the name I gave to the cat, the starving cat I found a while back - or who found me. He died today - well, technically yesterday...

Something horrible happened today. Not today - some years ago now, but this is the anniversary. Happy anniversary, Jack. So I found myse...