I learned the word “ana” in graduate school as I focused on early U.S. history. Secretary of State Thomas Jefferson penned a series of short notes titled “The Anas.” Gossip, slanderous digs, frustrations, and observations…
There appears to be good money in writing a book on how to manage all the belongings that we collect. Most recently, I succumbed to downloading Nobody Wants Your Sh*t: The Art of Decluttering Before You…
I am ancient. When I was born in 1946, electricity hadn’t arrived at many rural farms. Party telephone lines connected outlying families. Visitors arrived in McPherson on trains. Our family was a decade away from…
I’m homesick. Not for Kansas. Or Oregon’s ill-lit garret and steady rain. Or the terror I knew every day facing juniors in my US History classes at Francis Scott Key High School. Or the fear…
I’m still looking for antidotes to the cruelty and brutality of those who currently “govern” us. An antitoxin to the pure heartlessness of those who are stripping this country and much of the world of…
I have always found words when I needed them. To send condolences and birthday good wishes and “thinking of you” notes. To steer the owner of a lovely historic bungalow toward National Register listing. To…
When my older sister, Ellen, was 4 or 5, she and a neighbor girl were playing in the front yard of our Berkeley house. The friend, who lived across the street, was the daughter of a…
This weekend, I did not lift my emotional or mental eyes to Washington D.C. To the unfathomable horror—the selfishness, the cruelty, the venality, the chaos being legitimized there. Dante’s exact nine circles of hell made manifest…
Yesterday, I watched a trio of middle-schoolers leaping down the street. Full blown leaping. Launching up beyond a jump, hovering in mid-air, and coming down in a beautiful curve. They seemed to possess utter confidence in body…
Blessed be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred mindsIs like that to that above. Before our Father’s throne We pour our ardent prayers;Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one Our comforts…