. . . about Jeanine, on the 30th anniversary of our marriage: She can dance. She never met a glass of wine she didn’t like. When we first met, shortly after she returned from two years in Japan, she taught me some basic Japanese phrases, the first being “Jeanine is very beautiful, isn’t she?” She’s … Continue reading 30 great things . . .
If it’s in the middle of nowhere and at a gas station, which it is in White River Junction, Vermont, you get your bag from beneath the bus and go inside to check things out. You watch the guy who got on in New Hampshire buy two beers and head outside. You find the indoor … Continue reading things you do at a bus station
Thanksgiving has been a federal holiday in the United States only since 1863, when President Lincoln proclaimed it so. Lincoln’s proclamation happened in the middle of the Civil War, and if he thought giving thanks was a good idea, even then, I suppose it’s a good idea now, too. (An aside about the Civil War, … Continue reading thanksgiving at night
“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” – Victor Frankl I was out in my yard, minding my own business, when the Spawn of Satan attacked me. Actually it was a gang of yellow … Continue reading life’s an itch
There are no words sufficient to describe the shootings of nine African-Americans in Charleston last week, or the suffering of these victims, their families, friends, and fellow church members. This is the stuff of shrieking, sighing, and groaning, not words. And yet we try, and I believe the trying matters. Across the country, across the … Continue reading unspeakable
On the magnificent, incredible, glorious day that was Saturday, a day deserving all three of those adjectives and then some, a birds-singing blue-sky spring-green soft-breeze plants-in-bloom day in middle May, a day so amazing it made you smile for all the people having weddings and graduations and birthdays and barbecues that day and be extra … Continue reading wildflowers
I am seven years old, sitting squirming not-sitting in a chair in a living room in a house where we lived for one year. Across the room is a brick fireplace with bookshelves on both sides. There are windows to my left, and the day outside is overcast and gray. In my memory the room … Continue reading super happy
My dad was a high school principal and my mom a high school teacher. They did a lot of good for a lot of years, and when they retired they deservedly cashed an annuity and built a second home in the mountains. One wet and windy night this winter, five trees fell in the woods … Continue reading the family that chainsaws together