Our nervous nation paces tonight. So much hangs on a fragile commitment to the peaceful transfer of power. In the 2000 election we dangled while Florida, and then the Supreme Court dealt with hanging chads and the outcome of a very close race. But…
Maybe it’s not so strange that a day of infamy happened in our country’s Capitol on January sixth. It’s the Day of the Epiphany of Jesus the Christ for many Christians. On this date we remember the Magi who brought gifts laden with meaning…
Whew! I'm not late. I feel like Scrooge who awoke and learned he hadn't missed Christmas. There's still time to send Christmas greetings! Thank God for the internet.(sometimes) As for you who sent cards through the much maligned US Postal Service, thank you. You…
The older I get, the more I value and need routine. It keeps me from overthinking, or thinking at all. Like,what to wear? I decide the night before, when I’m more lucid, which isn’t saying much. Since the pandemic took its deadly turn, and…
Long lines and short tempers. Short on cash but long on hope. Long zoom hours, shortened togetherness. Longer hair and shorter memories of life before lock downs and odd words. Which, alas, are now embedded into everyday. As the Boston Globe recently reminded me,…
For days Dean Robert taught about trees. Not Christmas trees but the ones we live among throughout the year. England abounds in astonishing varieties. Today, as the Dean began morning prayers from the Canterbury gardens he simply stated, “This morning I sit beneath a…
Recent winds shook the house, removed some shingles, rearranged a chair on my deck, separated a swag of evergreens from its red bow and toppled the lamppost in front of our condo. While nature blustered, I grabbed a flashlight, in case of a power…
They celebrate Letter Writing Day and National Tree Week in England. Dean Robert’s taught me much about life here and there from his pulpit amidst roses and roosters in the gardens, patches and pens around the Canterbury Cathedral. Yesterday, the first Sunday of Advent,…
Can we talk? For a few days a friend-elephant and I’ve carried on a conversation. We’re still friends, as it should be. Differences don’t have to divide, gouge ditches that over time erode into chasms too perilous to cross. While a nation remains divided…
They’re up! I spotted some Christmas lights in Essex and I couldn’t be happier. Really. Usually I’m a holdout on Christmas music until the evening or day after Thanksgiving. Same goes for decorating. But not this year. I crave all the carols and color…