Commentaries
The Winter Holiday
Are the holidays here already? Sometimes this season reminds me of the difference between a normal person, a neurotic, and a psychotic. Come morning, the normal person says, “I’m tired. I really don’t want to go to work.” But they get up anyway and off they trudge....
On Love
On love, thoughts from this man. Some words mean so much, carry so much emotion that they overwhelm us. Usually, these are words we cannot adequately define. Oh sure, we can look them up in dictionaries, but those definitions don’t do justice to the emotion evoked....
After Jeremiah 31:16
Did they cry for their mothers? Pray to a god? Ask for mercy? Perhaps they died without a sound not a whimper or tear. Nobody talks about their actual deaths about this slaughter of innocents. We remember them for their could-have-beens: hopes, wishes, childhood...
Good Morning – Goodbye
I say good morning to them all…by name. Do inanimate objects have names? Perhaps even souls? I think so. I greet them in order. First the stuffed animals. Thackeray the sloth is always first. After him, I make the living room rounds. Bloomie, also a stuffed sloth—this...
The American Divide by Kenneth Weene
The American DivideEarly in my life, my father decided—correctly—that while I was quite intelligent I had some serious perceptual motor limitations. To put it quite simply, I was pretty much uncoordinated. The only question was which was worse, my fine motor skills or...
Spinoza and Me by Kenneth Weene
It was Tuesday afternoons, two-fifteen almost every Tuesday for the school year – for my seventh-grade school year. They would leave – dismissed early from school to attend religious instruction. Most, the vast majority of my classmates would leave to learn about God,...
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