I believe
I believe and I do not That there will be a reason for all of this That someone’s grandchildren will be alive to care how someone their grandmother’s age spoke out remained strong in their silence refused anger and hatred painted beautiful pictures believed there was...A liturgy of penance and dedication
On a crisp fall day in Eugene OR, a troubled but happy couple and their not-so-troubled and happy-enough teen-age daughter packed minimal camping gear and took a city bus to Delta campground near the McKenzie River. The campground is in a grove of old-growth trees,...Watching people grow in love
Some may ask, “What does Quixote’s Garage DO?” It fills a vital role in our community. This is my account of what Quixote’s did for me. I was fragile when I came to Quixote’s. I had been living with physical illness in very isolated...Brain tumors can be fun, sort of
A few weeks ago, I grumbled to the Garage guests about not putting out a Fall Epistle. I’ve always said if it wasn’t worth reading I wouldn’t print one, and nobody had written anything and I had nothing to say, so . . . . A guest, lying on the couch in the middle of...Being fair isn’t necessarily just
I grew up with fairness. Cookies – food in general – had to be divvied up evenly. Everybody had to play by the rules. Presents were weighed according to how many and how much they cost. Even time was allotted so we all got our share.
