Sunday night, the torch passed from Tokyo to Paris. These games presented an unusual mix of solemnity and celebration. Athletes shattered world records inside empty stands. Meanwhile, our world set records for fires, floods, and losses from a pernicious pandemic. Which is why most…

As I age, I’m aware there’s less of it. Time. Reminders lurk in odd places, like at the grocery store. The guy’s T-shirt read,”In dog years I’d be dead!” I laughed, then calculated my age. Fast. Dr. Seuss reflected,” How did it get so…

She sat, like a social conscience, slumped over a battered cardboard sign on the small island separating the entrance in and out of a Saugus strip mall. I thought my biggest challenge was getting out of Trader Joe’s with just the essentials on my…

Just posted UNIFORM LANGUAGE and you’ll notice there are some words about the Salvation Army outside malls,etc. after the piece ends. I doodled and forgot to erase it. So STOP reading after “listening world hangs on every word.” If so, you’ll feel better about…

They chose wrong, if style, social status or salaries determine one’s worth. Some skirt around them and their red kettles when Christmas rolls around. We may pause to listen to Christmas carols, played by a group of brass players. Or sometimes out of guilt…

Well, that’s a new one, since I come from a region notorious for Spy-gate and Deflate-gate. But that’s sports, this isn’t. As one who is concerned about The Church today, “Sermongate” by Ruth Graham in the New York Times, grabbed my attention. According to…

Mama and Daddy wed in 1938 on the last day in June. That’s eighty-three years ago. It shouldn’t have worked but they hung on to God and each other for more than fifty years, honoring their vows by guts and grace,”until death do us…

The email arrived today. After delays due to the pandemic, our Breakfast Club’s regathering Friday. I enjoy this group and breakfast. It’s my favorite meal, even without crispy bacon. Which is part of why I love the story, post crucifixion and resurrection, when Jesus…

Life’s marked by multiple choices, which I loved on tests, but not so much in life. In tests it gave me a shot at guessing, narrowing down to the most likely option. Then, I’d take a leap of faith, hang my hopes on C,…

Maggie and I watched the white-haired couple seated near us at a table for two. They exuded interest in each other, not cellphones. Maggie caught my wistful look. She knew I missed Jud. Especially, since it was May 31st, our wedding anniversary. Which was…