By the time I step out of the shower, my husband is already downstairs in the kitchen. The rich, cinnamon…
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first day of fall
Come down to the back patio,” my neighbor Debbie texts. “30 minutes,” I reply. “Am on the phone.” “I’ll wait,”…
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no sides
The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. “Summer is over…
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an oasis of silence
We need to recover an oasis of silence within the rhyme and reason of our active life, for it is…
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mending the world
My mom, who is eighty, gets up in the dark every morning. She likes to sit near the window in…
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joy, tempered
Even joy can be complicated. Some thoughts on peace and politics in troubled times.