Origins and Ends
The golf lovers around here spent much of the weekend, when they weren’t out on one of the courses that just opened for the season, watching The Masters. Since they no longer have to put up with CBS Sports and…
Imperfect Writing is Better than No Writing
To Cheryl— An afternoon of poetry is always a special day. Thank you for the special day. Best Wishes, Ted Borrillo I find that inscription, dated, May 16, 1996, on the first page of Beyond Loneliness: Poems by Theodore A.…
Sharing an Apple
Poet Jane Hirshfield is new to me. Robert Bly is the one who introduced us, in his book, Looking for Dragon Smoke, and although I knew Bly’s name, I had paid it no attention (perhaps because none of my college…
I’ll Take My Truth Intact, Thank You
This is my first post in a week. What have I been doing since I last published? What I usually do: living my life; spending time with my family; talking with them, with God; reading; thinking; writing. In fact, one…
It Was Never a Fair Game
Once again, it is International Women’s Day. We ladies get thrown the annual bone: “Here you go, girls. Satisfy yourselves with that,” and we’re supposed to be somehow grateful. I don’t know, maybe we should enjoy it while it lasts.…
I Would Make that Trade
I got to see my six-month-old grandson today. I love him so much and we had a great time talking, munching on toys, trying a new food (him, not me), laughing, and hugging. He showed up here with his parents,…
Earth and Sky
Ray Bradbury published (according to the Internet search I just did) more than 30 books, 600 short stories, and numerous poems, essays, and plays. There is simply no doubt that the man was a writer and knew what he was…
Farber Knows Fauci
I never considered myself a journalist. After graduating from college, I worked for about seven months as a reporter for the weekly newspaper in my hometown in Maine. About five years later, I began a year-and-a-half stint as staff writer…
Enjoying the View from Here
Well, I guess I cut my vacation short. Thank you to everyone who let me know that my words do matter. It means more than you can imagine. I used to hate Lent with every fiber of my being. I…
A Leisurely Life
It was made abundantly clear to me yesterday, by more than one person, that they have little to no interest in my words. If they fit into accepted boundaries, they’re harmless and can be engaged with (but then, what is…
More Than You Bargained For
If eternal salvation is a gift from God through Jesus, it means that the only thing required to receive it is either asking for it or “holding out your hands to take hold of it.” If anything more than that—weekly…
Those Damn Questions
I realized today that questions make people uncomfortable, and the askers of those questions are not so great, either. I don’t know, however, if I should call it a breakthrough. Maybe it’d be better characterized as a memory. Do you…
