Loving A Man Called Ove: A Book Review
Like many a literary grouch before him, Ove’s icy winter of life thaws before his final curtain.
Earn Your Dawn
Comfort is a much needed salve, and respite for the parched and thirsty, but it’s good to remember we can also drown.
Four Easters and a Funeral
Christmas is always the musk of dusty angel robes and glow of Christmas tree lights on the hardwood floor. Easter, however, is rarely the same twice.
As We Go On, We Remember
I didn’t cry at this graduation, like I did all those years ago on the stage of my elementary school, but I would cry later.
A Name is a Name is a Name (?)
I’ve found that the mundanities of teaching quickly and quietly bleed a name of its import.
Next Episode, Please: Season 3
As readers might recall from Season 1 and Season 2, I’d allowed podcasts to become a steady burble of background noise flowing through my waking, non-working hours.
For whom the rooster crows
There are other surmised explanations for the rooster’s place on church steeples, but this account seems the most plausible to me.
A Series of Honest Postcards
There is something about watching people pick out spaghetti sauce, and knowing they will cook and eat a meal together, leave dirty dishes in a sink together, that makes me ache.
How Everything Felt
So much of poetry is naming things.
When I Get a Job
When I get a job, I will have a brand-new wardrobe to match my brand-new job. I’m not sure where all these new clothes will come from, but most likely Olivia Pope’s closet.
