Sunday, May 16, 2021

Humble is the Way by David Jones

Humble is the Way 
 by David Jones 
Publisher: McDougal & Associates 
Pub. Date: July 2007 
ISBN-13: 9780977705368 

 I usually just post the info about a book but I've decided that maybe -- I won't promise this, mind you-- I'll just give a little intro before I go on to post the book info. Last week I had a near run-in with my husband's boss. He's an okay person but let's just say that my husband has been the longest-employed guy at this firm. Because, well, the boss is a tough one. So I called hubby's office and the boss has this weird rule that if an employee gets a non-business-related call from family or friends -- and if the phone isn't picked up by said employee-- that the phoner should hang up the phone after the third ring. (yes, the guy is a bit on the anal side.) So I always follow this rule. But on this particular day I kinda faded out into a daydream while I waited for hubby to pick up the phone. When my mind returned to me, I realized the phone had rung about seven times. The secretary picks up the phone and says to me, "The boss said to remind you to not let the phone ring more than three times." I was so peeved with this jerk. I felt the holy spirit say to me, "you have got to learn to deal with folks who use authority badly. You have got to learn to be humble no matter how badly you are treated or no matter how cruel or stupid you think someone is." I realized, of course, that this was the same exact situation I had been in before...with asholey neighbor down the road. I hung up the phone. I wanted to call my husband later and tell him to quit this job (my husband is a super-asset in this company.) but then I thought, "Let's not think of ourselves more highly than we ought to think. Do something out of anger and God might not watch your back." I wanted to tell this boss off and say, "Excuse me! Everyone who works for you has left you. You are not exactly liked. Do you know why?" But I didn't. It took a whole lotta strength. I can't say, though, that I won this battle of humility. I'm still pretty strongwilled and arrogant. Immediately after the secretary gave me that message from the boss, I called back the office and made the phone ring four times. Just to be a pain. I wanted to make it ring seven times. To really nag this guy. But I held back. Yes, yes, I know. Childish. My neighbor got a good laugh at it. Remember, she's the one who saw me being dragged off to the police station because I got pissed off at menacing gun-toting neighbor. I think that those of us who have been abused and treated really shabbily by family, racists, etc...tend to have a chip on our shoulder. But as Canon Jim Glennon has said, "The devil of resentment is that it's justified." I find myself getting very short-tempered with Christians sometimes. I still haven't forgotten how cruel they have been to me. (Imagine being in a great deal of pain about one's son's illness and some minister who is supposed to be praying for you saying that black folks shouldn't be married to white folks.) I suspect that the reason many black christians have had nothing to do with the church is because of white racism and the slave trade. But what if the power of God cannot be manifested if we aren't humble? Here it is on Barnes and Noble Here is the blurb:
Humble Is the Way: The way to what? The way to God's favor, the way to form and then maintain a relationship with Him and, as surprising as it may seem, the way to maintain our human relationships as well. Humility is not just required before God; it is also required before one another. Because of this, humility is one of the most needed characteristics and virtues in the Body of Christ today. The Bible clearly shows us that humility is indispensable in the Christian life. "The fear of the Lord is the instruction of wisdom; and before honor is humility" (Proverbs 15:33). Jesus Himself demonstrated the greatest degree of humility in His earthly life and ministry, and in so doing, He set a pattern for us. The result was this: "God highly exalted him," (Philippians 2:9). So humble is where we must begin, and humble is where we must remain. In these pages, Pastor David Jones masterfully lays out, in the simplest of terms, what terrible consequences pride will bring and what glorious rewards humility will bring, and, best of all, he shows us what is required for each of us to walk humbly before God.

Monday, March 22, 2021

Adam weeping


How long did Adam weep
when he fully understood the totality of good and evil?
When he saw the fullness of it, i mean?
Tiny bullets, great wars.
Monstrous lies, subtle betrayals.
When he understood death in all its fullness
The grief and devastation of the dying
The grief and devastation of the bereaved.
Tiny cancer cells and the fear of them
Mass hidden graves
Broken hearts
He cried for himself, of course.
But for his children, grandchildren, great-greats
All the sorrows of his descendants before his eyes?
No doubt God comforted his regret eagerly
But regret is not so easily tamed.
All those pre diluvian years
With each new murder, calamity, woe
Weren't his tears renewed?
How could they not be?
How could the parent of all mankind ever grow numb?

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Fractured Villanelle

 Myth is perpetual

Racism is stalwart

The past is changeless and therefore everpresent

Princes leave their kingdom

To find their destined bride

The myth is perpetual.

But kingdom must approve the far-off  Bride

And the Bride must always be fair.

Racism is stalwart.

 She enters the kingdom

A descendant of the conquered

Myth is perpetual

The populace remembers the greatness of its conquerors

They remember their ancestors' burden

Racism is stalwart.

There is wrongness in the truest love

if the myth of race and empire demand the perpetual

Because the past is stalwart, changeless and everpresent

Thursday, January 28, 2021


 Coffee – Whatever

It's a new taste for me - coffee.

Some other new thing to add to a week of new things.

He says, 

"This is what my father does..

.brings coffee to my mom. 

Every morning. Like clockwork. 

And yes, I guess it's like the clock because sometimes he even wakes her up to drink it. Sometimes not, though. He puts it on the floor or on the table near her head."

I am unsure what to think of this, this new thing on the first day of our marriage.

I've never liked coffee, but I could grow to like it. 

I smile, sip. As expected, it's bitter.

I am convinced I will resent having to grow to like it.

I'm not his mother. 

I like the tradition.

But he loves the tradition and he adores his mother.

I sip again and turn to him,

"Sweetie," I say, "all traditions grow and merge with the addition of new family members."

He nods, hugs my toes, waits.

"Can we make it whatever?" I ask him.

"Not chocolate?" he asks. Because he knows I love hot chocolate.

"No," I reply. "Whatever. Make it whatever. 

Bring me whatever every morning. 

Tea, chai, chocolate sometime, Ashwaghanda, ginger, lemon, peppermint. 

Whatever. Let's keep the tradition, but let's make it our own. Not too rigid or set in our ways." 

I wink. 

"Let's make this fluid fluid."

Friday, January 01, 2021

Bridgerton series on Netflix: Mini Review

 I forgot to post a mini review on #Bridgerton. 

Good points. Really good depiction of how eldest sons pretty much ruled everyone's life. Great multicultural take on Austen tropes. The costumes of the Featherington girls are amazing. 

Downsides: It seems as if the societal change happened only in recent generations. Which makes the multiculturalism somewhat unbelievable. The solid working class servants are pretty invisible. The lovelorn girl is intelligent but plump. Why oh why? The girls with questionable mores and ethics are dark complexioned and fall into the 'tragic light-skinned mulatto' basin. Heroine is only blonde among siblings. Eldest son's love for his mistress is shown as primarily sexual with no internal commentary or balance like a sweet gentle picnic. Diva, she may be but the depiction of mistress is seamy wallowing and slummy. Not sure if these are all in the book and meta or even commented upon but it all makes me wonder. Playing with a genre means being hyper trope wary and often i wondered why these things weren't changed, updated, commented on, or thought through.

Not a lot of depth here at all. I remember a professor of mine telling hs how tobspot the jewish, racially tainted unworthy heroine in one book. The line was "Her hair had no sheen." The literature major in me likes the playfulness of Bridgerton but the same lit major in me just cringes at how entrenched racism, patriarchy, and judgmentalism is in a book which is using the cloak of multiculturalism. Heck, we even have a gay storyline. But of course the gay folk is an artist and a pretty young lord. It feels free from racism in a blatant way but it retains racism in and unthinking way. It feels as if it's pro woman but the judgment of women is still in it, especially good and bad women and skin or hair coloring. It feels well thought out but it's really fluff. I did enjoy the fluff but i had to put away my mind and my offense several times.

 I hoped a black production company would have been more insightful and aware.

There's something i encounter in stories. The missing character. Even worse than the missing scene, the missing character can make or break a book. The thing that could have made Bridgerton more racially balanced i think would be if there were a young black duchess in the story as someone looking for a suitor. In Thackerays Vanity Fair , there was Miss Schwartz a bi racial daughter of a Jewish character. She was mentioned in passing, with a bit of a sneer but her presence in the story intrigued me. I strongly believe that if the Duke had a sister the story would have to question some of its tropes of race, morals, and beauty. The duke would still retain his bitterness against his dad who was obsessed with having a son. The older sister would have issues too, and Duke would be protector of and friend to an aristo sister. And duchess would be a good balance to the biracial country cousin. I understand country cousin issues in regency novels but i dont like the fact that the country cousin who had such loose morals was black and was thus technically pushed away and deemed unworthy of the marriage pool. Duke's protector is also unmarried. This kind of subtle putting away people from the wrong race ethnic group or religion is done a lot. I remember for instance how they dealt with the Jewish character in The Big Chill. It's so dang common and it shows the writers subtle disdain and racism even though they try to seem enlightened.There's something i encounter in stories. The missing character. Even worse than the missing scene, the missing character can make or break a book. The thing that could have made Bridgerton more racially balanced i think would be if there were a young black duchess in the story as someone looking for a suitor. In Thackerays Vanity Fair , there was Miss Schwartz a bi racial daughter of a Jewish character. She was mentioned in passing, with a bit of a sneer but her presence in the story intrigued me. I strongly believe that if the Duke had a sister the story would have to question some of its tropes of race, morals, and beauty. The duke would still retain his bitterness against his dad who was obsessed with having a son. The older sister would have issues too, and Duke would be protector of and friend to an aristo sister. And duchess would be a good balance to the biracial country cousin. I understand country cousin issues in regency novels but i dont like the fact that the country cousin who had such loose morals was black and was thus technically pushed away and deemed unworthy of the marriage pool. Duke's protector is also unmarried. This kind of subtle putting away people from the wrong race ethnic group or religion is done a lot. I remember for instance how they dealt with the Jewish character in The Big Chill. It's so dang common and it shows the writers subtle disdain and racism even though they try to seem enlightened.

Monday, November 02, 2020

The Fan: Control, Disorientation, and the Genre of Regret


As an eleven-year-old kid sitting in front of the TV watching PBS’ weekly Janus film festival, I was deeply affected by two movies. The first was The Heiress with Olivia De Haviland (which has nothing to do with this review) and the other was Rashomon, the great Japanese movie that explores experience, perspective, and self-serving humanity’s inability to see truth clearly. The repetition of scenes with large or slight changes in narrative was a perfect visual representation of theme and variations, and the fact that the story ended without giving the viewer a clear final truth was sheer perfection. So, as a kid I had discovered the great truth of “he said/she said.” This is a great truth to know.

I also was a lover of puzzles, read a lot of Edgar Allen Poe, and an avid studier of Bible prophecies. Thus I was primed to become a lover of time travel movies and films about psychological confusion and the giddy carnival that are part of movies about disorientation.

Disorientation movies often fall into three categories: Self-observance, the splintering of the self, and the Dante-esque idea of suddenly finding that one is suddenly lost in the woods.

Time paradox movies follow this pattern also, but there is that additional aura of regret and cachet of quantum physics and multiverses.  Thus we have stories where main characters are mired in returning to the Road not taken, characters who worry about the moment when their lives went askew, and the human passion for puzzles.

Movies such as Enemy, Inception, and The One I Love fall into these categories. Recently, I got so caught up in studying time-travel that, like a chocolate addict who finds herself in Hershey Pennsylvania, I had to throw off all fears of wasting time and calories and delve into the substance I love abusing: time.

The more stories I see about time, the happy I am at how time paradoxes are emerging as a genre. And when those stories are filmed – as opposed to books—the riches of the genre become even more magnified. With the camera’s ability to focus, misdirect, and hide, we can end up with stories that confuse while simultaneously clueing us in to the themes, games, and characters. For instance, 11 Minutes Ago and Coherence are both indie films with characters who attempt to understand time travel. But whereas the sophisticated characters in Coherence are terrified at the prospect of time being out of joint and get utterly bent out of shape in their desire to control the singularity, the characters in 11 Minutes Ago are pretty chill with a main character who is attempting to sort out the secrets of time with the help of bystanders who discover his secret. The folks in Coherence, on the other hand, are fueled by fear. And fear of what? Themselves. Because examination of the self is often one of the aspects of multiple worlds. What kind of person would we be if we were in another world or if we had walked another path. So time travel is quite often futuristic, psychological, historical, spiritually existential, thriller, and puzzler all in one. Hence, my love of it.


Having glutted myself on time-loops, time paradoxes, and singularity I can assure you, Dear Reader, that I will not be overwhelming you with yet another article on time-travel movies. At least not anytime soon. Books await me and time must be put aside for the time being so I can use my time in a timely manner for better things.

So here goes:


11 a.m. South Korea 2013 CJ entertainment. Written by Lee Seung-hwan. Directed by Kim Hyun-Seok.


After dwindling down the choices from the many time travel flicks I’ve seen this month, the remaining contenders were Time Lapse and 11 a.m. So, the first: 11 a.m. because I like Korean (and non-US) speculative fiction.


The story is pretty basic. Our hero Woo-seok is leading a time travel research project called Trotsky -- so named because it concerns the past and alternate timelines and because Trotsky would’ve been the great Soviet leader instead of Stalin had if time had turned out differently. I need not tell you that Team Leader  Woo-seok has a past he wants to change, do I? We pretty much know that all Mad Scientists have some horrible event that happened in the past from which their passion came. So, yes, this passion for time travel originated in the death of our hero’s beloved wife. Ah, if he could only go back in time and fix things.


But her death happened waaaaaaaay back when. And so far the Trotsky team have only been able to (theoretically) go back in time for 24 hours. Not a bad start! But apparently not good enough for the Russians who have been backing this project and who now are on the verge of shutting it down.


Disappointed but valiant --and (as I’ve already stated) led by a somewhat obsessed Team Leader, our scientists decide to try to send Trotsky into the future. “For real, this time.” No more theories or transporting non-humans into the future. Woo-seok and Young-eun are sent a day ahead. At exactly 11: a.m. But when they arrive there, they find much amiss. The station’s ablaze, some crazy guy is attempting to murder Woo-seok folks have died, the CCTV tapes are scrambled and the walls are crumbling.  Dear me! What do these things mean? How did matters come to this pass? Have the Russians been doing shady things? Or has knowing the future caused this bad future to happen?


This is a fun flick. It’s fast-paced and it comes together well. I didn’t find any plot holes -- which is what one looks for in time travel flicks-- but it’s possible I was so caught up in the story I missed them. This film is streaming on the web.  



Time Lapse 104 minutes  USA 2014  Written by Bradley D King and BP Cooper. Veritas Production


Time Lapse is not exactly a time travel pic. It’s more of a fortune-telling advanced information pic. And it turns out to be the perfect complement to our Korean time travel piece, 11 a.m. We have three best buds -- consisting of Callie, Finn, and Jasper. Finn and Callie are dating and Jasper is well, hovering around them as best friends who are in love with their friend’s girl often do.


A neighbor goes missing. In their search for him, they discover a camera that takes pictures of coming events. Exactly 24 hours in the future. Dear me! What a difference a day makes! Well, for one, it can make a difference between winning a lot of money on gambling and winning a little. It can prevent -- or cause?-- murders. And if one or two of the main characters are obsessed with greed or lust or passion, well, who knows what will happen?


The funny thing about the course of events is that yet again knowing the future creates the future. In 11 a.m., the characters try to fight against what seems inevitable. In Time Lapse, the hipster ever-so-sure-of-themselves friends believe that since a future scene appears in a photograph, they are obligated to recreate what they see in the picture. But like the scrambled CCTV tapes in 11 a.m., these folks are working with incomplete information. I definitely recommend this movie. This film is available on DVD and is streaming online and on Netflix.  


The Beauty Inside 2015 South Korea. Yang Film. Directed by Baek Jong-yeol


Our third entry of involves not time, not space, but the human body and it has the feel of a transgressive fairy tale. Or perhaps it would be more transgressive if it hadn’t played it so safe. I will say though that some folks --especially those who are uncomfortable with non-normative sexual relationships-- might not find it such a safe watch. (This film is based on the original Intel and Toshiba “social” film, which I have not seen so alas, no way for me to compare.)


On his eighteenth birthday, Woo-Jin discovers that he is a monster. He wakes to find that he is not himself. Not externally anyway. He soon realizes that it is his fate to look differently every day. He wakes not knowing what sex, race, or age he will be. The only way he can keep any one face is to not go to sleep. But sooner or later sleep overtakes him and he awakes to a new self. One can imagine that this could be a problem. He lives an isolated life as a furniture maker with only his mother and his best friend privy to his secret.


Then one day he falls in love.  At first he is content to simply visit Yi Soo, the object of his affection every day. Since he looks like a different person, he can just pretend to be a customer. But after a while, he decides to show her who he is. After the initial shock -- and worry that she is dealing with a nutcase--  Yi Soo accepts him. But this acceptance takes a toll on her mental health and on her reputation. After all, her co-workers think of her as a man who sees a different man every day. And the poor girl only knows who her boyfriend is when he takes her hand in the morning or when he emails a photo of himself in the morning.  We come to understand that although human love is based on the beauty inside, there is comfort in the routine of seeing the same person’s face every day.


So then, the safety and discomfort factor. True, there are scenes where we see two girls lying in a bed caressing each other’s faces but that’s pretty much it. Not that I wanted a full-on gay sex scene but if the filmmakers are going to challenge society, they really should step up and make some of us conservative folks in the audience cringe or cover our eyes. But perhaps some conservative folks in Korea had that reaction. It would’ve been neat too to have an interracial kiss on one of the days when our hero is a Black person. Heck, I wouldn’t have minded a scene showing him as a Black person walking around town.  But the biggest problem in this incredibly sweet and wonderful angsty movie is how incredibly sweet and wonderful and angsty it is. And you know what that means, don’t you? While there are the occasional ugly, old, plain, middle-aged folks thrown in as our main lead, the guys who play our heroes are all incredibly hot and gorgeous. Korea’s culture of beauty obsession is not challenged at all. So, how can one dislike a movie when all of one’s favorite Korean stars are in it? Highly recommended. I suppose the film does say something about love and appearances. I just don’t know what. But it is beautiful and touching to watch.  This film is showing in art theaters.


ROWS  Runtime: 82 minutes


The opening shot of Rows, is a row of modern houses. Heroine’s dad is a real estate developer who wants to destroy the creaky old house on the property. Trouble is, an oldish woman named Haviland lives there and she won’t leave. Dad wants heroine to give Haviland the writ of eviction. Because he has decided he must be freed from her irrational fears of the house’s inhabitant.


Before we go any further, let’s pause a moment to ponder the heroine’s name. It’s Rose. Yep. And in addition to the rows of houses, there are rows of ominous corn fields. Unlike Coherence, which gives the viewer some clues before it sends us into the plurality and which tells us early in the plot that we are dealing with some wrinkle in time and place, the viewer of ROWS is floundering like its heroine. We wonder what the heck is going on throughout all the rows and rows of repetitions. 

Is this some intuition or some spell caused by the aged woman who might be a long-lived witch? Is our heroine having flash-backs or premonitions? When did heroine’s “time of trouble” begin?  


Was all that time-looping representative of Rose’s memory? Premonition of future events? Is it the result of breathing in too much pesticides and chemicals? Why is our heroine on a bed? Is she mentally-ill? Was there something in the cookies the woman gave her? Is this movie for or against our desire to be rational? Is it against living by intuition? Are dealing with a maze of mind? A maze of time? Or badly-done film-making manipulation? Some films do confusion well, and some not so well. Sure, there are nods to Hansel and Gretel and even a wink to Dante, but I don’t understand this film. I won’t go so far to say the filmmakers did a crappy job in clueing the viewer in because they might have wanted to leave us clueless. But I felt seriously lost in the corn.


Signal  2015 Streaming online at Dramafever and will probably end up on Hulu or Netflix.


Signal is a Korean drama I’m currently watching about a profiler cold case cop in the present who teams up with a cop in the past to solve past crimes. Easy enough one would think, right? But no! Turns out, messing with past time can cause havoc in the present. Do you really want to arrest the cold case guy back in the past? And what happens if you arrest the wrong guy in the past and he gets out of jail in the present and goes after the people who gave him grief in the past—leading to modern deaths? How does one undo all one’s undoing? I will add that the detective in the past whom the modern profiler cop’s talking to has died, and there is a chance we could save him…ya know..if we go back far enough in time. I will just say that this is one seriously fun drama and you definitely should catch it.


Til next time: happy times!

Saturday, August 31, 2019

Review: Gift of Revelation by Robert Fleming

Here's the blurb:

In this third installment of the Gift series, Reverend Clint and Addie
are finally settling down in Harlem following their Alabama adventure, during which they help black farmers. Addie, a former schoolteacher, loves New York City, with its glittering tourist sites. When she meets Dr. Bentley Gomes, a missionary just back from Africa, she is alarmed to learn of the worsening human rights crisis in Sudan. Addie is intrigued by the need for volunteers to aid those caught in the bloody war in this region. Meanwhile, Reverend Clint encounters African refugees, and their stories of suffering and pain tug at his soul.

Before Reverend Clint realizes what is going on, Addie volunteers to go to Sudan. The pastor follows her on this unforgettable journey of discovery and revelation, into the dangerous region, where they confront famine, violence, and religious persecution. As Addie plunges into this hell, she wants Reverend Clint to make a lasting commitment to her. She wants something solid but wonders if they'll make it out alive. Will the Sudan adventure transform their admiration for each other into fully realized love? Or will Sudan, with its violent extremists, corrupt politicians, heroic doctors, and long-suffering refugees, derail them from intimacy and trust?

  • File Size: 1115 KB
  • Print Length: 288 pages
  • Publisher: Urban Christian (March 1, 2015)
  • Publication Date: February 24, 2015

  • My Review:

    Christian Books that are written by Black American Christians often deal with subjects that white Christian Americans rarely touch upon.  In addition, many Christian books written about country folk often depict rural America as a kind of pure Eden. In Gift of Hope, Robert Fleming shone his passionate and honest spotlight on racism in southern Christian America. Now the third installment of his series is more concerned with more global issues and often with Africa, the Black diaspora, racial and clan wars, and with inter-tribal, inter-clan African warfare.

    The book is informative, well-researched and searingly honest. Which is a good and a bad thing. Mr Fleming, a well-known journalist and author, wants to put so much of his heart and passions into the novel that the book often comes off like a thinly-veiled journalistic article.  His skills at writing horror are well used here as he writes about the horrors of war in Africa. 

    The main character, Reverend Clint, is a sympathetic character in the way most Christian fiction protagonists are sympathetic. And while the writer does lay it on thick that the main character has suffered, Reverend Clint is shown to be such a holy sufferer that he almost feels like a symbol instead of like a living breathing person. The same can be said for Addie, his love interest, who seems like a manic pixie dream girl wish fulfillment character. I know the character is still recovering from his wife's suicide and her murder of their children but I don't feel the suffering or the recovery. We are told repeatedly that his experience with his now-deceased crazy wife has damaged him, but we rarely see him missing or grieving for his kids. It makes me feel as if the writer didn't mine the personal aspects of the situation portrayed in the story. I found myself wondering if the story would have felt more real to me if the writer had simply made the wife kill herself and not the kids as well. 

    The main thrust of the novel feels less personal and intimate. For the first parts of the novel, the main characters are hearing a lot about Sudan and the hearts of the main characters seem somehow distanced from the reader even though the author keeps telling us about their hearts. Fleming's depiction of the violence and the disturbing images the protagonist sees feels realistic, but the depiction of the hero's suffering feels unrealistic here in the third installment as it did in the first two books of the series. There are moments when characters will suddenly start discussing religion, race, religious wars, and journalism that feel wedged in. I've read several of his novels and he truly is a good writer but his transition to Christian novel writing is still ongoing.

    Christian fiction is stagnant in many ways and Fleming is taking it into new territories. Having read his excellent serial killer novel, Havoc After Dark,and knowing the skill of his horror collection Evil Never Sleeps I would like to see him tackle a Christian urban horror novel. Fleming has changed Christian fiction by giving us realistic books about racism and war and I believe he is that author who is able to merge his horror talents with Christian fiction.

    Three out of five stars. Recommended for church groups that may want to discuss African warfare.

    Robert Fleming Bio:


    Robert Fleming, a freelance journalist and reviewer, formerly worked as an award-winning reporter for the New York Daily News, earning several honors including a New York Press Club award and a Revson Fellowship. His articles have appeared in publications including Essence, Black Enterprise, U.S. News & World Report, Omni, The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, and The New York Times. His non-fiction books include Rescuing A Neighborhood: The Bedford-Stuyvesant Volunteer Ambulance Corps, The Success of Caroline Jones, Inc., The Wisdom of the Elders, The African American Writer’s Handbook, Free Jazz, Rasta, Babylon, Jamming: The Music and Culture of Roots Reggae. His fiction titles include Fever in The Blood, Havoc After Dark, Gift of Faith, Gift of Truth, and Gift of Revelation. He edited the popular anthologies After Hours and Intimacy. He has taught journalism, literacy, and film writing at Columbia University, Marist College, City University of New York, and The New School.

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