Commentary
It’s Memorial Day weekend and sometimes I think we forget what that’s about. First, it’s about our war dead. No matter how you feel about war, we all...
In the cemeteries in Oak
Bluffs, Oak Grove and Sacred Heart, stars and stripes mark the graves of veterans, men and women who fought and served in...
It was not until I cleared the underbrush
I saw unfurling monk-like bodies of ferns
It was not until I walked the lonely pond
forsythia fronds and...
There is a field across the way
Where dandelions bloom in May.
Like Flanders field, where hopes fly
And dreams too often come to die,
The flowers dot...
I was recently invited to give a lecture for the Piano Tuners Association of the UK at their centennial meeting to be held in Bournemouth, England....
Once upon a time on this Island that has managed to achieve peaceful coexistence without traffic lights, we had a little hoedown at the four-way stop...
April was a cruel month for black people in Birmingham, Ala., in 1963. So was May, and the months that followed, culminating in the explosion of a...
‘’Mom, can we….
way mih
Mom, this isn’t…
way mih
I don’t want ….
way mih
Wow, look at this….
waay miih
He won’t give me…
way mih…
way mih!’’
the way...
A friend’s son recently started playing Little League and my friend was philosophically relaying the fact that his son was playing right field....