“When Beggars Die, There Are No Comets Seen”

My wife believes in helping out those who are less fortunate. I believe that if everyone would stop giving money to the panhandlers who frequent every major traffic intersection in Baltimore, the panhandlers would be gone within a… Read More

Build It And They Will Come

Guest Entry by Mary Anne Brush Mindfulness. It’s become quite the buzzword, but what does it mean?  Jon Kabat-Zinn, teacher of mindfulness meditation and founder of the Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction Program at the University of Massachusetts Medical Center,… Read More

A Criminal Defense Lawyer Gets Mugged

I am hit so hard that my boot flies off as I fall backward. The boot slides across the bricks out onto the street. Our dog scampers after it.  She thinks we are playing. I should have seen… Read More

Keeping the Torch Lit

Guest Post by Mary Anne Brush (Re-printed from the Grosse Pointe News) Two milestones mark either end of my summer. My 90-year-old mother died at the end of May and my youngest child will leave for college at… Read More

“Your Breath to Keep Me Up”

Many years ago, our mother had to go to the hospital, and it took the doctors a long time to figure out what was wrong with her. During that time, she was running a very high fever and… Read More

Bob Dylan at the Lyric

My wife and I have tickets to see Bob Dylan at the Lyric. This is good news. I like Bob Dylan. And although my wife may not be terribly enthusiastic about his music, she is always happy to… Read More

The Coin, Rubbed Back To Newness

Our son is home from college. The front door opens and there he is:  Tall and slender, like Telemachus standing in the doorway of the shepherd’s hut. There is the pile of clothes in his bedroom, the groan… Read More

“Darling, I Love You But Give Me Park Avenue”

We live on Park Avenue. It is a beautiful tree-lined street in an historic part of town.  But it is not what you think:  It is not Park Avenue in New York City. And that is because we… Read More

Loser Walking

Guest Post By Raymond Koehler I have written for my brother’s law blog before and received a nice response. In fact, Jamie said my post got more responses than any of his own posts. One thing you must… Read More

These Hours Undo Me

After dinner, my brother joins the younger generation in a game of Ultimate Frisbee. I opt to sit out of the game, joining our mother on the sidelines instead. My brother used to be the organizer. There was… Read More