In his poem, “The Old Issue,” Rudyard Kipling wrote these lines in an attempt to address a controversial war that involved England, his homeland, but I find the words fitting this Memorial Day: “All we have of freedom, all we use or know– This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.” Happy Memorial […]
I suppose we could have just stayed home and read on the couch, because reading is what we ended up mostly doing the other day when Baby-Girl and I went to the beach. We tried a new beach, one we’d driven by before but never stopped at, one that proved to be less swimmable than […]
In college, I was a member of my school’s theater group. Membership required an audition, and once in, you were committed to assisting in various capacities (acting, set design, lights, costumes, ticket sales, etc.) with the many theater productions held throughout your tenure. Without question, it was one of the experiences that most shaped my […]
Early one morning after Christ’s crucifixion, some women walked to his tomb, carrying spices. When they entered it, however, they found no body. What they did find were “two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning.” These men asked them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he […]
This morning, I rose intending to drive the kids to school and then take a walk on the beach. It is the first day of spring, after all. Then, as I left the house, I was hit with weather, as in dark, cloud-filled skies, strong gusts of wind, and air heavy with the promise of […]
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse For other thoughts on the sea, try #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10, #11, #12, #13, #14, #15, #16, #17, #18, #19, #20, and #21.