Yes, Sweetie, Your Mama’s An Atheist…Minister. It Happens. Now, About This Sunday…

Last September, we moved to the “Little Rome” section of Northeast Washington, D.C. I expected it to feel a little more “holy” this Holy Week (perhaps “holier-than-me”?) but it’s actually felt pretty ordinary, quiet, and not very springy yet. Here and there I see some crocuses insisting on coming up through fall’s accumulated leaves, and [Read More…]

Holy Week Return

Holy Week marked off from other weeks. Holy Week when William Blake returns to wail again down owned streets, owned parks, owned river banks. Holy Week when Blake sings over the rattle of chains forged in the mind; laughs at the best excuses of the “wise guardians of the poor.” On Holy Week–marked off to [Read More…]