Down the Road

Photographs and stories by Jim Grey

Since 2007

Tag: fear

  • This cup is already broken

    On enjoying what we have while we have it.

  • This cup is already broken

    On enjoying what we have while we have it.

  • The opposite of love

    When I was young, I thought the opposite of love must be hate. This seemed obvious to my forming mind. Love is a strong emotion at one pole, and hate is an equally strong emotion at the other. But as I grew up, I started to see that the fires of love and hate need…

  • This cup is already broken

    I first published this in 2010 but have been thinking of it recently as I’ve been upgrading some furnishings in my home. This was my favorite mug. A long time ago I worked in a museum’s gift shop. We sold works of local artists and for several weeks featured a talented potter. I was taken…

  • Holding up my hand

    Following up on Monday’s post about my search for a new church, I want to reprint this post, which explains how I learned not to look to the church, but to God himself, for my faith. It’s long, but I think worth the time. On my first day of Kindergarten, my mother walked with me…

  • Why New Jersey’s anti-bullying law is both too much and not enough

    A few boys started to pick on me a little when I was in the fifth grade. I was never a fighter; I always wanted to get along, and so I always tried to just laugh it away. Sometimes they were a little belligerent, and I tried to keep the peace by appeasing them. When…

  • The opposite of love

    When I was young, I thought the opposite of love must be hate. This seemed obvious to my forming mind – love is a strong emotion at one pole, and hate is an equally strong emotion at the other. But as I grew up, I started to see that the fires of love and hate…

  • This cup is already broken

    This was my favorite mug. A long time ago I worked in a museum’s gift shop. We sold works of local artists and for several weeks featured a talented local potter. I was taken with this fellow’s work for its bold color, especially four coffee mugs in this motif. I wanted them all, but could…

  • Faith map

    Last year I wrote an entry here called “Holding up my hand,” in which I compared my faith journey to my mother walking me to school on my first day of kindergarten. It’s my favorite entry here, but because I wrote it shortly after I started this blog, few people have seen it. Since I…

  • Holding up my hand

    On my first day of Kindergarten, my mother walked with me the half mile to school so I’d know the way. I was a little anxious about meeting so many new children, but only a little anxious because I felt tremendously reassured that Mom was taking me there. When the time came I reached my…