Not in my schoolyard?
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It had been almost fifty years since I had been in an Episcopal church: not since boarding school days. Continue Reading
Our failure as a nation
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The six year-old girl, I will call Anita, watched a Leggo tower collapse: she then twirled around perfectly so she landed in my arms as I sat on the floor of Kids Korner at Homeless Connect day at Continue Reading
In it for the long haul: Reflections on art and marriage
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November 26th is my 46th wedding anniversary. Continue Reading
Follow the money
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My rule, when confronted with rejection of my writing or a nasty e-mail, is to wait a week to see where the message settles. Continue Reading
What if they cared about the homeless?
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I have watched three debates in two different locations, neither of which is my home. Continue Reading
On Being Dispensable
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We have all seen movies where a character is shown remembering a person who has died. Continue Reading
Losing sight of racism
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Up and down Washington Avenue and in my own back yard, new apartment buildings are going up. Continue Reading
What the children know
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I read the numbers. They are in the paper in abundance. x number of homeless families, x number of black boys being kicked out of schools compared to white, the school-to-prison pipeline, x number of families with no health insurance. You have read them too.
The good life — and children living in fear
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It has been a month, and the image has not left me. If something troubles me after a month I know I have to attend to it. Whether that be in writing, or perhaps talking with someone or calling a friend on the phone. In this case, it is simply to explore what I saw.
Preppy New England propriety and dancing in Minneapolis
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Recently I went to Bunkers’ Bar to hear a band and have a glass of wine. I don’t often go to bars. It may be part of aging and the lack of sleep after alcohol. It may be my new self-consciousness in unfamiliar places. It may be that I have mistakenly believed I would not like the music. Continue Reading