In high school, I treasured my copy of Leaves of Grass – it was a gift from the Walt Whitman Society, a prize, along with cash for winning first place prize in their annual poetry contest. (I know…I was super cool)His words word transcendent to me – liquid spirituality pouring from the pages. I wanted … Continue reading
Once, in another lifetime, I spent one night lying on the floor with 31 other similarly minded people. It was one of those times when crying, hugging, and declarations of never ending love are normal modes of expression. The rest of the world doesn’t function like that: unbridled expression of comaraderie, brotherhood, family. Only small … Continue reading
