“There was a time…

  … before fear, [when] love was the only song you knew.” – Danny Dummitt I’m Christy Caine. I’m Scott’s cousin. I’m the one in the pigtails and the patent leather shoes. He’s the one with those eyes. As I thought about what I wanted to say today, I realized that Scott is one of […]



Ripe for the Picking

Much to the consternation of our neighbors (I fear), we have an urban garden. This year the rain and the mosquitos have overtaken it, and we’ve mostly left it to its own devices, including the raspberry thicket and the volunteer mystery vine emerging from the compost bin. My great-grandmother introduced me to red raspberries. She […]



The Fat French Farmer

We had bacon for breakfast. This used to be a rare treat. Like once-a-year rare. But we decided we really liked bacon, and it would be reasonable to enjoy it in less modest moderation. A long time ago, in the midst of recognizing and admitting our participation in the American Rat Race, my husband and I […]



Subversive Grace

  These are the Islamic prayer beads (Misbaha or Tasbih or Sibha) my United Church of Christ minister gave me to hold as a way of getting through my grandmother’s funeral. She knew it would be both comforting and subversive. I LOVE that she gets me. You see, this wasn’t just my grandmother’s funeral. This was my grandmother’s Fundamentalist […]



What Matters and Registering to Vote

We visited my eighty-five year old grandmother yesterday. She lives in an integrated, multicultural, working class town in the Midwest that refuses to die. We lost Grandpa in January. The side table by her recliner has become a shrine, home to his award pins and belt buckles from a lifetime of service to Davey Tree, […]



For Sally

A year ago, L.A. had it’s hottest day on record and we lost a dear friend.