Someone died today, half a world away. She was Ukrainian and Afghan, Chinese and Israeli, a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim and a Jew. She…
As the Nor’easter whips bare branches and rattles window panes, the day disappears into a blur of white. I reach into the box of storm…
I don’t make resolutions, take annual ablutions, pledge to lose weight or be a better mate, watch less TV than before, work harder, be smarter,…
Rejoicing with a friend in a triumph at the summit, after an arduous ascent of your own personal Kilimanjaro. You have survived the year, by…
Calvin, today you are in good company. At 90, Marc Chagall exhibited at the Louvre, Captain Kirk has finally gone where no one has gone…
The casket filled the room, making it impossible to look elsewhere— not at the frosted glass window panes, the ornate ceiling trim, nor the chairs…
People think that I am mad, half-crazy, even sad, because they see me talking to my rock. And when I walk it down the street,…
Love is the steel-strong bond forged in the fires of time, and tempered by the ebb and flow of connection and disconnection and reconnection, as…
The artist’s eye sees brush strokes spread across the branches of the tree, silky strands of water wind along the stream, and clouds that wave…
