I have observed that spiritual discernment often manifests through the arts. (Also, the sciences, but that’s someone else’s blog.) 

This is my attempt at consolidating the responses. I am from the era of Generation Jones—that slice of time when late Boomers meet Gen X—and many of us, including myself, still have active Facebook accounts. When JD Vance made the statement, “Americans don’t have to apologize for being white anymore,” I posted a question on Facebook for my potential 735 contacts asking if they’d ever had to apologize for being white and to share what happened in the comments . I intended the

I woke up at 3AM today feeling like there was something I needed to remember. Not that I had forgotten anything in particular, it just occurred to me I needed to remember an unnamed…something. I had another birthday a few days ago, so the cerebral files are no less overwhelming. Counting spent calendars was a little like counting sheep, so I probably dozed at some point between 3:00 and 5:30AM. Unsure if I’d awakened with the apparently vital memory secured in the front pock

Bricks That’s a nice truck you’re diving. Would sure hate to see it repo’d because you missed a payment, because you needed the money to buy food. We’re walking to work now, putting in all the hours. To eat. And maybe sleep in our little hovels, the ones we are allowed to afford with the price of gasoline, bread, milk, and eggs, and straw to make bricks, all going up and up, ascending like a feather caught in a whirlwind of hot air updraft, swirling in the slick narratives of

Question: Guess what I thought of this week which is one thing—maybe THE one thing? (please comment if you have another) -- that black folks in America can have, and I mean absolutely ANY African American, of any age, gender, or spiritual tradition, that absolutely NO straight, cis-gender, white male of any age or spiritual tradition can legitimately have, possess, or claim any kind of authentic ownership of? Ever. No matter what they do. No matter how hard they try. They’re