Yesterday morning I realized I was cracking up. Out running I reached the point of drenched detachment at which I could look at the last few weeks, and it wasn’t pretty. The weight of everything – political vitriol, conspiracy theories, denial of science, and overdue awareness of racial injustice – was keeping me up atContinue reading >>
Teach us to number our days aright
Many years ago I visited Pompei. I knew that my grandmother had been born in a small town not far from nearby Naples, and as our bus drove around the city on the autostrada I looked up into the mountains and imagined. I imagined what it might have been like for a girl in aContinue reading >>
The blessedness of place
Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place… – T.S. Eliot, from Ash Wednesday I spent last weekend in the Berkshires, a region of western Massachusetts near the northern end of the Appalachian trail. Since 2005 I have spent one or more weekends there during the summer withContinue reading >>
What I’m Into (Winter 2017)
As usual the busyness of winter has gotten the better of me and I haven’t shared what I’ve been up to in a few months. Here are my highlights and recommendations, with the encouragement of Leigh Kramer who hosts this linkup. Books Good Harbor and The Last Days of Dogtown I went on an AnitaContinue reading >>
The weariness of remembering
This is the time when we are exhorted to remember the tragedy of September 11th. We hear stories of sorrow and heroism that have been told hundreds of times, and we hear the stories that are still being revealed, knowing that there is an endless supply of such stories. On the tenth anniversary I happenedContinue reading >>
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