My People

My People

Yesterday in the car on my way driving to jury duty, I was thinking about my people. Not the Jews or the kids I was in charge of when I was a camp counselor. Not those people. Not any people. My people. The ones I chose. Who chose me. Like Christina once said on...
Mixed Messages

Mixed Messages

Yea, I’ve read the books. And watched the programs. Listened to the audios. Watched the DVDs. Of course, I get all the emails and I have followed the experts and I know all the principles. Believe me, I know all the principles. You know, the answers. The Way. The...
Baby Cried The Day The Circus Came To Town

Baby Cried The Day The Circus Came To Town

I was 8-years-old, and I’d just moved to a new house. It was a big house; huge, actually, by most standards. The basement  — a cavernous space that would in later years become  a pimped-out party area with a massive-screen TV, bar area, dance floor, fireplace...