Last night we slept through the longest night of the year, reminding us that this year is waning and the earth will begin its slow journey back towards the sun.
It never fails. The seasons change and I become like a woman possessed. First, the garden. As soon as the snow melts in spring and a frost seems unlikely,
I had driven Keith to a clinic around noon for his cataract procedure. Since he would be there for two to three hours, I went to get a sandwich and
Nature’s first green is gold,/ Her hardest hue to hold./ Her early leaf’s a flower;/ but only for an hour./ Then leaf subsides to leaf./ So Eden sank to grief,/
A child was lost in a vast Iowan cornfield. Family and friends searched all day and through the night, to no avail. Another day and another night they searched. On
It may be difficult to grasp on this chilly, wet Memorial Day weekend in Massachusetts that the western United States is in the middle of one of the worst droughts
Indigenous populations. Women. People of color. Victims of poverty, injustice, abuse and white supremacy; their voices are drowned, ignored and dismissed. They are the faceless, nameless ones; silenced, invisible. Thus,
Not being familiar with text-speak, I have just now learned that IRL means: In Real Life; as opposed, I guess, to being onscreen. Funny, all this time I thought I
I’ve heard the word “apocalypse” a lot recently. Not surprising, actually, as 2020 gave us its fair share of disasters: fires, floods, despair, destruction, earthquakes, hurricanes, mendacity, insurrection and, especially,
Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day: a day to celebrate and give thanks for the life and ministry of a great American. Twelve years ago on this day, I
Christmas Day has come and gone. Scenes of a stable sheltering a young mother who cradles an infant no longer appear in store windows or on our screens. Yes, Christmas has
A book of poems sits next to my place at our breakfast table. Every morning I choose one poem at random to start my day, in expectation of some bit