On the banks of Lake Tillery, God drenches the world in blood. And it is beautiful. Many miles away, in my weedy yard, the ageratum opens. The agastache – unsteady – leans. The Rose of Sharon weeps. (Why keep your…
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Sometimes I am really late to the party. Will someone please text me when there is important breaking news? I didn’t realize until Wednesday afternoon that Colonial Gas supplied Nashville. When my younger daughter told me, we drove to…
Happy New Year, friends! Here’s a poem/prayer by George Herbert to start the year, either reverent or irreverent – you decide – Bitter-Sweet Ah my dear angry Lord Since those dost love, yet strike; Cast down, yet help afford; Sure…
Barbara Kingsolver has a new book of poetry out – “How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons)”. It is marvelous. Her poems are readable, easy on the ears, honest; they cut to the heart of things. They sometimes feel like…
We are better than this murder. I’d like to offer two pieces this morning: a heartfelt message from my friend Rick Ewing written on May 29, 2020, when I asked how he was doing, and what he thought; and a…
Good morning, Bacon Neighborhood! I’ve been given permission to share a few journal entries from my friend Jack Barnwell, who has been chronicling his life and our times for many years now. I asked him to share journal entries from…
My former history teacher, Jack Barnwell, stops in at Bacon today to ask: who have we been, we Americans, in world affairs? And – who should be we?
My high school history teacher became a lawyer – since retired. With his PhD in American history, he taught at several colleges (as well as my high school) before pivoting to a more secure profession. Somewhere along the way, he…
I’ve just finished up a year of “Leadership Nashville,” which involved 14-hour days and field trips and a lot of time on the bus with strangers who – thankfully, wonderfully, quickly and sometimes slowly – became friends. In our group…