Commentary
As recent lengthy obituaries in national newspapers attest, Anthony Lewis was a remarkable journalist. What always struck me most about his writing...
I’m a lifelong Chilmarker. Growing up, Nashaquitsa Pond and its surroundings were my world. I consider myself both fortunate and extremely blessed to...
When my mother and father met they were working at the same department store in our town; she on the fourth floor in girdles and bras and he in the...
As we build
And repair the harbor
I see your hand
It comes up
Dripping
From deep within
The sandy bottom
Axe mark
On wood piling
Pointed for...
The valley of the Mill Brook is only as wide as the shadow of a cloud.
But many memories have settled here. From Waskosim’s Rock I see
the leaves...
Ray Hopper died the day our first child was born. It wasn’t a natural death, or a peaceful death. At the time Ray was the husband of the storekeeper...
As a painter, Pablo Picasso had nothing on me. Sure, he had a Blue Period, but it lasted only three years. My Blue Period has lasted almost 25 years...
Big uber-conventional weddings aren’t for everyone. Or are they? I mean, they seem to be. All the young couples I know have a rigmarole they follow...
When George Santayana wrote “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” he was not envisioning people repeating their own...