I lost a friend last week and still feel the emptiness associated with grief of someone who touched me deeply.
Well, I say “friend,” but honestly those feelings of friendship were really one-sided, and based solely on one sharing of a very special summer afternoon.
Jazz pianist and composer Dave Brubeck...
We’ve all heard of and likely often touched holy water and maybe even exclaimed “holy cow!” or “holy Toledo,” among other and less “holy” exclamations.
But holy dirt?
It was certainly a new one on me, until I had the distinct privilege and spiritually moving experience of being at the site of...
Have you ever been to the beach or on a week-long vacation with that book or books into which you’ve been dying to dive? Did you notice how your whole being seemed to be wrapped up into that experience of reading, how you were transported in a way that doesn’t happen when you’re home and handling all...
There are certain signposts of bygone eras, markers of, at least we’d like to think, simpler, less complicated times. Such relics include: rotary-dial telephones, glass milk bottles delivered daily by a milk truck, wringer washing machines, television “rabbit ears” antenna, transistor radios.
An old,...
I had a chance this summer to do something that I had assiduously worked hard to avoid for more than 50 years – blueberry picking.
But when visitingVermont, close friends of ours just gushed at their recent weekend excursion to a huge “pick-your-own” blueberry patch.
I thought to myself, as I had when...
