Long before Christmas or Hanukkah or many of the other festivals celebrated at this time of year, Stone Age farmers and their families entered a Neolithic passage tomb on the

I had two appointments last Thursday, one at 10 and the second after noon. Planning ahead for the 10 o’clock I was ready to leave at 9, since I would

“This morning the redbird’s eggs/ have hatched and already the chicks/ are chirping for food. They don’t/know where it is coming from, they/ just keep shouting, ‘More! More!’”  Mary Oliver

  She came to this place for the first time, to a cabin overlooking the lake, when she was not quite twenty. She was with a family she had known

As summer draws down into fall and many of us prepare to get back to business as usual, I’d like to share with you some words of wisdom from writers,

My last post was a lamentation for a world  “that is too much with us…laying waste our lives.” With gratitude, I write this one as a psalm, sitting lakeside in

                        Last month our flight landed in Boston on the summer solstice. It was the longest day of the

On Saturdays the New York Times includes several short paragraphs  highlighting some good news items from the previous week.  That’s where I turn first, before tackling the rest of the

Is April the cruellest month?  T.S. Eliot seemed to think so. “April is the cruellest month, breeding/Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/Memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain.”

Fred Rogers first came through his front door and into our homes fifty years ago.  He put on his sneakers and his cardigan and welcomed everyone to his neighborhood.  My

Andres directed his flashlight into the belly of a large-leafed tropical plant.  The leaves splayed out like a fountain, protecting a doll-sized cup at the base.  He invited each of

Flora came to the United States from Central America when she was 25 years old.  Left behind were her mother, three sisters and a younger brother, as well as a