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A Love Supreme and all that jazz

By Steve Beard “I’m never sure of what I’m looking for,” John Coltrane once told noted jazz critic Nat Hentoff, “except that it’ll be something that hasn’t ever been played before; I know I’ll have that feeling when I get it.” Within jazz, Coltrane was Ponce de Leon with a saxophone tirelessly searching for a […]

Poverty at my doorstep

By B.J. Funk As a girl, my mother thought nothing about bringing people off the street to her kitchen for a hot meal. I remember the rancid odor from their bodies, the dirty clothes, and the toothless smiles of gratitude. There was no reason to be afraid. My sister and I ran around barefooted on […]