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“And for the first time I felt my nakedness.”
For several years I lived in what seems to me now to have been a very general way. My major aim was to keep writing, and I had done so by taking advantage of random opportunities, traveling here and there, living a year or two in one place and a year or two in another. And…
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The View From Here
The morning view, a short walk from our campsite at Grant Village in Yellowstone. We spent three wonderful days exploring the park before continuing our drive west.
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Transgressing Whiteness
Almost daily I hear someone claim that the president has crossed a new line, that surely now his white Christian supporters will abandon him, or at least acknowledge (some of) his faults. It happened again yesterday after his press conference with Russia’s president. But this hoped-for line will never be crossed. This president will never…

