Let’s get to the meat first, and get the suspense out of the way: I blew it. Or, you could view it through a different lens, and say I triumphed. You can decide for yourself, with some scoop on the details. About what, you ask? For those who missed the earlier installment (read it here, […]
Easter’s Oak Leaf
I saw Death And I grieved, right then Stock still, I recalled the you of summers past, at your finest Suave sentinel, on duty at the front door Loosely, artistically lounging at your post Terribly handsome, careless and oblivious to shape or direction, reclining where you pleased Your blossom deliveries grew more robust every season, […]
The Acquisition Abstinence Experiment–Part 1
Several avid readers in my circle of friends and family are among the legions of fans of Nashville’s own Ann Patchett—-acclaimed novelist, non-fiction writer, and renowned advocate for independent booksellers. As such, the recent holiday season included a lot of chatter here and there—over cocktails, around dinner tables, and on Facebook— about her mid-December essay […]
“We are Eagles. We are not puppies.”
Do you hear the children? Their voices are clear, direct, ubiquitous. They are asking us something important. Actually, they are demanding something. They are demanding change. If you haven’t heard this swelling chorus in recent days, you might have been hiking on a mountaintop with no cell service, or otherwise disconnected from our daily news […]
Where Danger Lurks, Deep Inside
Ah, the slow-crawling days of deepest winter. Lead-gray, sodden, and short, these are the days that incline us to stay inside and shut tight the door. In the sanctuary of home, we turn inward, to examine…what? Maybe, our plans and hopes for the year. Or, perhaps the insides of our hearts. Or, if we […]
Recycling Holiday Memories
And here we are: The Holiday Aftermath has arrived. If you are among the fortunate for whom the holidays brought fellowship and giving and celebration, you may hope that memories of those times will sustain you as you face the stark days of winter’s depth and the blank page of the New Year. If you […]