What’s good about it?

On “Good Friday,” I often contemplate the name we have given this day, a day one would think we might call “Black Friday” or something equally bleak. At least one explanation is that the name evolved from a Germanic version of...

The spring barrens

It wasn’t that large, maybe three times the size of Winnie the Pooh’s “three acre wood,” but it was big enough to be magical to a boy who loved feeling close to the earth.  We called them “the Spring Woods” because there was a...

Designated rememberers …

I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer. More than once, as both child and adult, I’ve been gently (or not so gently) encouraged to “get my head out of the clouds” and focus on whatever practical task was at hand.  An article in the March 12...

Stretching

Today is the first Sunday of Lent — plenty time for folks who gave up chocolate to be sneaking a taste here and there, or daring to debate whether Sundays count, since they’re not included in the official 40 days of Lent. I’ve never been very good at...

Just how dumb …

… do they think I am? It wasn’t enough that for years I’ve received near-weekly emails from “Sister Beatrice” in India or “the honorable” something-or-other in the Republic of Congo, claiming they have millions of dollars and...

Foggy thoughts

Walking the dog on a drizzly morning, and I can’t get Japan off my mind. It’s been nearly a week since a gargantuan earthquake shook northern Japan and a raging tsunami ravaged cities and obliterated fishing villages. No one yet knows how many died, and we...