Meeting Uncle for the First Time

 The meeting happened in vignettes for me. The family sat in the four season porch.  My mother sat beside me on a chair.  Uncle sat beside my father on the futon.  The ceiling fan whirled and whirled.  We could hear the cry of the birds from the open windows.   My mother wept quietly. She said,…

Tecumseh in the Time of Monsanto, Part 2 of 3

The United States in Tecumseh’s day was bold and brash but untested, its survival far from assured. It had only won independence with backing from the Dutch, Spanish and (decisively) the French governments. Europe’s shadow still lay deep over the Americas. Any developing conflict offered a wedge for Europe to pursue its interests just as…

Faith and Family

The great shaman said, “Dying is like a baby entering life. The tunnel is so small and so dark and every bit of the world you’ve known is purging you from its depths. It is painful and scary.  But the moment you reach the other side, there will light. There will be arms to welcome…

Maria’s Talisman

I was thinking about you the other day, Maria. Not sure how that happened. People briefly flit across each other’s life paths all the time and leave no residue. Especially at “the commune”, the scruffy Chicago apartment I shared with a few other teenaged males.  We named it after the Paris Commune, the workers rebellion…