My Friend Don
“I’ve learned that if I write with my heart, it’s not my concern what the person gets out of it but I just allow them the opportunity to see things differently and let what I write speak for itself.”
Homemade Cracker Jacks
Cracker Jacks remind me that food is more than aroma, texture, and taste. It is more than the building blocks of our bodies, essential as all of those things may be. Food is also memories, sometimes strong memories, good or bad.
All Sins Unforgiven
We are all fallible. We all have the capacity to do great things, monstrous or honorable things… We are all loved, always, and I will do everything in my power to make sure we all know this as I do.
Building a Bridge of Trust
I told the group we are working to build a bridge of understanding between the officers and the incarcerated and be rid of the thought “us vs. them.”
Circulating Love
From the outside, it could seem like putting together meals is simply a good deed — an event that good people do with their extra time. But for me, I experience it as an act of self-serving generosity.
H-O-W-L, learning to talk to birds
I didn’t want to immediately disclose that I do bird calls for fun. To connect myself back into this wheel of life that we call nature.
The Troll and the Prince
You are no longer called a troll but a prince of light. You have known sadness, pain and suffering, hate, and destruction. Now you will know the joy of giving yourself to life.
Clam Dip
I find it is a cook’s best friend to serve when you have a group of people cooking together. I have seen it transform a group of people who want to help, but are perhaps tired or overwhelmed by a party. It sparks their energy.
The Eight-Hour Bolognese
My adult sons don’t need me as they once did, and yet the creative energy still seeks for a channel, so I am grateful to our repeat guests, who come back week after week, to help bring the overflow to a healthy balance.
True Freedom
[W]e realize freedom as never before. We discover that we can live happy lives even inside of razor wire fences. Once our vision becomes refined, prison can no longer be prison; it becomes a place of liberation.