Excuse me this Easter morning for mixing Vincent van Gogh with the Sermon on the Mount but one thing leads to another. For starters, I got text messages from friends Tom and Tim at 7:30 am. Old guys rise early, I’ve learned, maybe the wise ones and spiritual ones especially. This sent me first for …
I feel foolish but not old. I started writing here, trying to lay out my morning thoughts, but poems by Theodore Roethke emerged. Our father started reading Roethke to me and my brother Pat in the early 1950s, before we were in school. Dad was studying at the Writer’s Workshop at the University of Iowa. …
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