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…
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…
“We are Eagles. We are not puppies.”
(photo credit: Getty/AFP/Jim Watson)
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…
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…
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…
Advent, Revisited
I noticed the other day that Christmas is back.
The signs were small, but distinct. I went looking for my holiday coffee mugs, grinning as I liberated them from an upper shelf, where they had been imprisoned for four straight calendar…
From Aisle 3: A holiday appreciation
Waking up alone on a holiday is a particular type of solitude. Over the years I’ve come to dread it far less than I once did. But it is best, I’ve learned, to push back against holiday isolation with action. So when I realized I would…
Teaching, or Learning?
You wouldn’t hear much these days about the Seven Deadly Sins, unless some aspiring social media “influencer” transformed them into Seven Deadly Sins that will Hamper Your Career—or some other impossibly simplified, allegedly self-helping…
Saluting the Voices at the Table
Picture the following scene:
It’s early on a Saturday morning, and a group of about eight women, some perky and eager, some bleary-eyed and quiet, pull up their chairs around a large table. They exchange a few friendly greetings and…