I’ll give you all I got to give if you say you’ll love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I got I’ll give to you I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love Can’t buy me love, everybody tells me so Can’t buy me love, […]

SEAN: …No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan, right? You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are […]

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending we lay waste our powers; … William Wordsworth, “The World Is Too Much With Us” I’m not sure what exactly this post will have to do with Unitarian Universalism, but ’tis the season. I feel like tonight I have a chance to […]

Claudia understood immediately and began to scoop up the bumps she felt on the bottom of the fountain. The bumps were pennies and nickels people had pitched into the fountain to make a wish. At least four people had thrown in dimes and one had tossed in a quarter. “Someone very rich must have tossed […]

It is the custom of “Society” to abuse its servants,—a façon de parler, such as leads their lords and masters to talk of the weather, and, when rurally inclined, of the crops,—leads matronly ladies, and ladies just entering on their probation in that honoured and honourable state, to talk of servants, and, as we are […]

I loathe blogs when I look at them. Blogs look, to me, illiterate. They look hasty, like someone babbling. Paul Theroux, as quoted in The Atlantic, 17 May 2011 I was hasty in deciding to suspend this blog. There is a lot I need to get off my chest, and I don’t mean just this […]

Make channels for the streams of love, where they may broadly run And love has overflowing streams, to fill us, every one. But if at any time we cease such channels to provide, the very founts of love for us will soon be parched and dried. “Make Channels for the Streams of Love,” Rt. Rev. […]

Jem kicked off his shoes and swung his feet to the bed. He propped himself against a pillow and switched on the reading light. “You know something, Scout? I’ve got it all figured out, now. I’ve thought about it a lot lately and I’ve got it figured out. There’s four kinds of folks in the […]

Behind every great fortune there is a crime. —Balzac Mario Puzo (paraphrasing Honoré de Balzac), epigraph for The Godfather, 1969 Smuggling. Possibly others along the way, but centuries ago it seems it began with smuggling. No criminal enterprises underway now, pinky swear. Commercial real estate these days. I see a dilemma. On the one hand, I want […]