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Shall We Overcome?
Originally, I was going to title this post, “Something Funny Happened on the Way Home to Watch the Golden Globes.” And it was funny, to be sure; but in the context of the day in question, only to a point. Let me explain. Earlier that day, I had gone to church in Hollywood. I had just arrived in town for an extended winter gig, and a Google search for nearby churches brought me to St. James in the City on Wilshire Blvd....
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What We Don’t Talk About When We Talk About Immigration
For years I had been incubating ideas for a project set in the world of immigration—first a drama series, then a mini-series, a feature film, a documentary, a book of profiles, and finally, back to a one-hour drama, this format being my bread-and-butter medium. But having traveled far and wide both in imagination and research, one thing was certain when I returned to the platform of a series....
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Over the Rhine and Through the Woods
Perhaps it’s embarrassing of me to admit this here at one of the dedicated hubs of their overall fan base, but until I was a fellow faculty member two summers ago at the Glen West Workshop hosted by Image, I had never heard of Over the Rhine—the musical/marital duo of Linford Detweiler and Karin Bergquist. For those of you who, like me, have been kept in the dark by evil cosmic forces, leave this website....
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Like a Roaring (Nittany) Lion
For reasons both practical and spiritual, I’ve mostly resisted the consuming pull of the sexual abuse saga at Penn State. But with ubiquitous news feeds and family or friends always there to fill you in, not to mention my own curiosity, one tends to be better informed than one’s better intentions would have it. On hearing of the case, of young boys victimized first by a predatory coach....
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Working Out the Stereotypes
I noticed the e-mail address indicated his being an alumnus of Duke. “He’s probably a southern gentleman,” my wife wagered when I relayed my curiosity. Right. A proper southern gentleman in New York City who went by Bob for Robert. So when I showed up for our first session and saw that Bob Wells was a black man, I had to laugh on the inside for my errant cultural radar. But little did I know that in the coming weeks he would proceed to dismantle my radar....
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Fiction by Larry Woiwode, interview with Joe Henry, art by Fabian Debora, essay by Barry Moser.









