A Lenten Practice
The finishing thoughts were being “thunk,” and sentences written for the first draft of a forthcoming blog post when I…
Noise Abatement
The gift, a harmony of silence and solitude, arrived while I was preoccupied by the endless chatter of my annoying…
No Gold, Frankincense or Myrrh, Just a Dance
January 6, 2018, is a cold, really cold day, and at four-thirty in the afternoon the screen on the weather…
New Year, Really!
What could I commit to doing in 2018 that would be sublimely foolish, out of character and foreign to my…