The God of Imagination and Oliver Twist

Black males continue to score among the lowest in reading proficiency exams. Does this limit their imagination? Their ability to empathize? Their view of God?

  A dozen years ago, I was traveling through a familiar town in the south when I saw a boy not yet ten trying to dart across a busy four-lane. It was mid-morning on a school day. I had no idea why he wasn’t in school but I was worried he was going to get [Read More...]

When I lay dying, read me Flannery

Flannery

When I am dying do not read to me books of heaven and the people who have visited there. I don’t want to hear their same-song tales of being blinded by the light or lulled into a peace beyond any which they have ever known before. Read to me instead the stories from Flannery. Tell me of [Read More...]

Crippled by Despair

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A new dawn is breaking outside the window of this stone house where I sit in an overstuffed chair, listening to birdsong. I have missed too many dawns in my lifetime. Work and children and a body tuckered by bouts of insomnia, or nightmares have kept me from the dawns. Or maybe it was just [Read More...]


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