I’m a philosopher. We can’t think our way out of this mess.
I’m throwing in my lot with the poets and painters, the novelists and songwriters.
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March 10, 2021
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I’m throwing in my lot with the poets and painters, the novelists and songwriters.
This year, the ash came to us. It floated down, almost beautifully, landing on our windshields, our lawn chairs, and our eyelashes.We coughed on it and
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Once upon a Lenten season, I was preparing a meditation on Jesus’ cry of dereliction in the Gospel of Mark, the enigmatic: My God, my
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