Our memories of this time

This weekend in the United States, we take an extra day off work to honor those who died in military service. "Memorial" - the name calls out our intention to use our memories in this way. Memory looks backward, brings the past into the present, brings those lost into our immediate awareness, and makes them … Continue reading Our memories of this time

The interdependence of life

Last night we watched a Nature special on the wildlife of Cuba. Beautiful, funny, terrifying. (I'd forgotten how these depictions of animal life always include the element of menace: a baby sea turtle, hours old, madly paddling her way across the sand to the ocean, the deep water that is, for her, relative safety; we … Continue reading The interdependence of life

“Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father’s passing.”

Harper Lee passed today, at the age of 89. A woman of many accomplishments I'm sure we'll never know about, she is most honored for writing To Kill a Mockingbird. I'm one of those who considers it among the most beautiful books I've ever read. Among the books I can read often, gleaning something new … Continue reading “Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father’s passing.”