A Fireside Chat

In the spirit of a fire side chat, I’d like you to pull up a chair with me, near the hearth.  Come a little closer…that’s it. Do you feel the heat? Can you hear the crackle of burning wood, smell the faint char, see the flames flapping, flickering up into the air?  Wood consumed into…

The Fire He Gives Me

On the beach, late afternoon, tide out, sand firm under foot. I’m not here to ogle at the pelicans, but to test my strength by running a mile as fast as my legs can carry me. When I lace up my old track spikes, memories flood my mind, and oddly, thoughts land on a long…

An Ember Of A Fire From Another Era

Today students across America got up even earlier than normal, splashed sleep from their eyes, and stood around their school’s flagpole—and prayed. I walked to the high school in our neighborhood, and met my friend, Ms. Rivera, head of discipline there. Her previous job was in a prison. She had invited me to attend See…