Growing up, I hated being on “food stamps.” I hated being walked into a welfare office and inspected, queried to make sure we were really our mother’s children. I hated … Continue reading →
I am always in love because that is what we are here to do. It feels like dyspepsia when it can’t find its object or its object is abstract. It … Continue reading →
I fear a return to a time when our rights were considered secondary, if at all. Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh has a history of interpreting the law in a way … Continue reading →
When Christine Blasey Ford came forward to report that President Trump’s Supreme Court nominee, Brett Kavanaugh, sexually assaulted her in 1982, you could cue the response: Why didn’t she speak … Continue reading →
Here’s a little war story I never told anyone.
. Sometimes I find myself wandering out of a book into a rambling daydream, one that has neither a beginning nor an end, just a labyrinth of choices and minor … Continue reading →
The unconventional children’s television pioneer celebrated dignity and kindness in the age of mass media. Rogers says that in times of “scary news,” of tragedy and disaster, his mother taught … Continue reading →
Truth and reconciliation are sequential. You can’t have reconciliation until you have truth. — Bryan Stevenson . On the 28 April 1836, the steamboat “Flora” docked in St. Louis. The … Continue reading →
In Provence, we’ve just passed through August 15, one of the summer’s biggest festival days, the Assumption of Mary, the day in which Mary ascends into heaven escorted by a … Continue reading →
Travelogues don’t typically interest me. I cringe when I ask someone (just to be polite), “How was your trip?” and they give a blow-by-blow of the sights, activities, and food. … Continue reading →
Here’s what you give up in a heat wave here in southern France. You don’t leave the house much, since the paved streets can reach well above one hundred degrees … Continue reading →
Living on Human Time When I tell friends and acquaintances that my eighty-nine-year-old mother will be moving in with my husband and me, I get two kinds of stares. One … Continue reading →
The real tragedy of separating children from their parents will come years from now when the kids suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. These past few days, I’ve been feeling a … Continue reading →
The Himalayan blackberry was introduced to North America as a food crop. Like a Gremlin doused with water, it escaped its confinement and became almost impossible to eradicate. . Blackberries … Continue reading →