I started writing a different piece this month. Halfway through an essay on how everyday racism bubbles up among good people, I stopped. “That’s fine,” I thought. “I’m ahead of my deadline on this. I’ll finish it up in a … Continued
“The secrets of all love are known to me Throughout the darkest night My song resounds…” I just saw Peter Murphy in concert. It was a stripped down show which a friend remarked was filled with “deep cuts.” Not the … Continued
Hail, Brigid. Blessed be your name.