You are alive! This is it. Your life. My life. His. Hers. Theirs. Intertwined. We are living it out in REAL time. But what’s that? Really! Take a deep breath. Sheer wonder.
Indeed, HELL has finally frozen over. Oops! Pay-up time! My mama was right.
God does something crazy by allowing forty weeks to prepare for a child.
“Have you ever told a lie ’till it became your truth?” – “What would be the point?” – “Do you feel me?”
What is this thing that engenders such rage and as much joy as jealousy in queens and clowns?
Victory is soft, like a rose. Enjoy it today – it’s beauty, it’s aroma, it’s touch. Tomorrow this rose will be rough. Soon it will crumble to dust.
I was reflecting upon the sacrifice of relatives, friends and unknown heroes whose lives are the joint guarantors of my liberty, and I was contemplating a suitable tribute for The Journey, when I ran into James Tate, my guest on a previous show. “Did you see my note?” he greeted, with such enormous excitement and anxiety, I hesitated to admit I hadn’t.