When I consider how best and briefly to describe our times, the word that keeps returning to my page is “heavy.” There’s the weighty matter of mortality in the pandemic and its attendant losses. There’s the hefty and horrifying legacy of racial oppression hoisted into the public square by repeated state-sanctioned racialized violence. And there’s […]
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You could call it our dream house – in many ways it is. Now months after moving in, we still wake up almost every day exclaiming how grateful and happy we are to be here. We love its urban energy, the constant flow of pedestrians walking by in front, the kids from across the alley […]
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I once had a dream about words growing on bushes, blossoms free for the picking that I was gathering in a basket. Since then, I have come to believe that words are more like heavy ripe fruit or, possibly, like stones. They have heft. They weigh down the basket quickly when collected. One needs to […]
+ Read MoreBelieve it or not, this is the week announcing the return of spring! We are halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox, and even as I finished shoveling a foot of new snow that fell here in the upper Midwest, I nodded to the week’s celebrations of old Celtic and Christian rituals marking […]
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