Oxford On My Mind
I returned from Oxford a few weeks ago. I was invited to join a friend of mine who was returning to Kellogg College for his reunion, an event they call a Gaudy Night. It was an invigorating visit to be among 36 college campuses that make up one Oxford University,
Artists And Heavenly Delights
Thank you to all the storytellers, poets and singers. Your performance art moves us in ways that the daily staccato of dull public language can’t. Tolkien’s lush tales. Amanda Gorman’s poetic honey. U2’s hymns to something grander. The daily news kills the spirit, yet art carries us to heaven where
Points of Surprise
As the world’s glittery glamour begins to dim, Smaller points of light are seen. Not gleams of neon pixels shamelessly dancing before our eyes, But beams so pure and pretty, They catch us by surprise.
That Haunting Urge
The entry point for any person to become a writer is unique to every person. Some enter in their youth. Their stories splash on white pages like the work of an amateur watercolorist. Others later in life, compelled by a haunting urge, sitting alone with what seems like an arthritic
Let’s Create A World Of Good!
It’s a slogan that helps me keep moving forward in the midst of countless setbacks. Whatever good we create is always at risk. It’s not hard to see this. History is loaded with one catastrophe after another. At the same time, it’s filled with some of the most glorious acts
Of Hibernations and Hugs, and Other Whatnots
Inspired by A.A. Milne Written by Bryan Prosser Pooh stood stoutly before a Great Oak Tree and read a simple sign that said, “Time To Fall Back!” So he did. And he laid there for an Entire Winter, it seemed. And it was. He snored, and he dreamed, and he