One need not believe in a Maker to believe in eternity. Continue reading “Long Past My Death, In the Other World”
Love is the most difficult of all human things.
So, I’m opening this up to the scribblers.
Young love is where you learn life’s pain. Continue reading “A love affair”
A remembrance of nights in Old Havana.
Continue reading “Before he married”
Among the notes of a forgotten school
This notebook, with its faded pages,
Survived moves and various life changes
In a hidden-away nook,
Ready upon a night, on a cursory look
To be taken up as a useful tool.
On Thursday I had the privilege of attending a symposium on homelessness at the LA County Board of Supervisors. There, we watched a documentary called Skid Row Marathon. Here’s the synopsis:
When a criminal court judge starts a running club on LA’s notorious skid row and begins training a motley group of addicts and criminals to run marathons, lives begin to change.
SKID ROW MARATHON follows four runners as they rise from the mean streets of LA to run marathons around the world, fighting the pull of homelessness and addiction at every turn.
Their story is one of hope, friendship, and dignity.