“Bored” – A Hot-Button Word for Me

The word “bored” is a loaded word for me. One of my greatest pet peeves is when I hear a child say, “I’m bored,” and then watch a parent snap to attention trying to amuse little Janey or Johnny. I want to step forward and say, “Let the little tyke be bored. He/She might discover…

For Barry: Sailing into the Sunset

An old friend of mine died today. Barry Norcross, aged 80, was a faithful parishioner at St. Thomas the Apostle, Hollywood; a leader at the Breakfast Club, the homeless feeding program at St. Thomas; and also a seasoned sea-captain. He was over 6 feet tall, slim, with bright blue eyes, handsome features and a regal…

Stumbling Back Upon My Voice

Tonight I was in the bathroom surrounded by tile walls and before I knew it I was singing Joan Baez’s Silver Dagger: “Don’t sing love songs, you’ll wake my mother She’s sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand, a silver dagger She’s says that I can’t be your bride. All men…

The Old Lady Emergeth

Tonight, we are supposed to go out to see my friend Judy’s son perform at a dance club at 11 pm. This is to debut his new album, one which he – Alexander – has been working hard on for a while now. I want to support this boy’s hard work. I want to support…

Lessons from My “Non-Spiritual” Husband

I went to church this morning – leading morning prayer at 7:30 and then attending low mass at 8 am. Ray came with me – always a treat – and we stayed afterwards to chat at coffee hour. Ray will go to the 8 o’clock mass because, as he says, “We get all that church…

Saturday Afternoon in LA

The dogs are barking outside. It is mid-afternoon on a Saturday and the sky is blue. A helicopter just flew by and I can now hear its engine fading as it heads off to the west. Bach’s Brandenburg concerto is playing and Ray is rattling dishes in the kitchen. My fifteen-year-old student, Cameron, is here…

A Call from a Sick Friend

Ray and I were sitting here playing a second game of Scrabble tonight when my cell phone rang. It was Ian, who is our friend and also our priest. It was already 7:45 and he is a notorious early-to-bedder. I was surprised to be getting a call. “Hello,” I said. “Len?” “Hey.  What’s happening?” “I’m…

Our Mexico Trip in Photos

I want very much to write about my trip to Mexico, but every time I try I find myself writing too much. I could write a 100 pages on this trip. So, in an effort to be succinct, I am going to combine pictures with commentary. Here is the house where we stayed by the…

The Death of a Childhood Friend as I Turn 60

I learned today that my childhood friend, Cheryl Hicks, has died of a heart attack, just three weeks before her 60th birthday.  I went from first grade through twelfth with Cheryl and spent a good amount of time at her home growing up. I haven’t seen her in a long time, but she is one…

Disney Hall on a Friday Night

We are returning from Disney Hall tonight after hearing the work of Bartok and two other Hungarian composers.  We stopped at a light and a homeless man named “Wolf” approached the driver’s window.  Ray gave him a litttle money to which Wolf said, “I need to get 20 dollars together.  It would be better if…