My hometown city of Louisville, Kentucky is blooming as it never has before.
Blog Posts on Kentucky
Expertise is always thrilling… the crucial ingredients are the same: talent, persistence. And heart.
I didn’t know many men who had fun. I didn’t know any women. It seemed scandalous to me that Willie Snow could enjoy herself.
Memorial Day, commenced in 1866 as Decoration Day, was at first specifically meant to honor the Confederate dead; when it became a national holiday in 1921, it was renamed to honor the dead in all our wars, another effort to erase differences and commodify mourning.
A community limited to those who look like us will never be a community, which can only be formed through an amalgamation of differences and the necessary level of trust.
I dig a hole and add my load, closing it over with a prayer, as well as more dirt: that I, too, my be more happy, considering my extraordinary good luck in just about all areas of my life: work, love, family, friends, health…
Has this box come to me as a necessary interruption, a reminder, as a Zen teacher said, that our plans are never as tasty as reality?
A week ago, I had the distinct honor and privilege of speaking to 300 students and faculty at Morehead State University in the far eastern corner of Kentucky. The experience will stay with me for a long while.
I don’t adore the day because of the early arrival of spring but because it is the birthday of Lucy Cummings, the blessed woman who raised me from birth to age thirteen.
Those of us who are still alive must try to thrive outside of the tight circuit of the myth, which might be summed up in the Biblical phrase, “How are the mighty fallen!”