Eating a tomato sandwich in October
My father grows the best tomatoes. Every year, during what New Englanders can still quaintly call “harvest time”, that time when we race the calendar to make the most of […]
People
Of Streets at Night
Memory holds on to such funny little details: the hat I lost at a bar on Arlington St. The ride down the grad-school elevator on Friday afternoons to meet friends.
When we know what’s coming
The other night, unexpectedly, a flash of pain in my stomach made me bolt up in bed. An old hand at GI issues, I knew the pain was further “upstream”
Ready to be good: when we want to help but don’t know how
God is always ready to bring about good. This doesn’t mean that the world is perfect, or that God always comes crashing in to undo our bad choices or bad
How to slow the turning
I lay on my mat after a steamy and exhausting yoga practice on the last day of the year. The day had started with a stressful phone call ensuring that