A cool, dark day. Every now and then a scattering of raindrops fall among the spring blossoms. We are living in hard times. So many are dying of Covid19, other illnesses, and hunger, deaths that might have been avoided by … Continue reading
The sun is summer high, having drifted almost as far north as it will go, and the day will be hot. The sky is streaked with light clouds, promising increasing humidity. After only a couple of days of dry weather the garden looks thirsty.
Perhaps a sign of the times: last night I dreamt I was one of a large group of people about to be detained by the government. We were shopping in a large department store and government agents were guarding all the exits; the agents were Russian. Continue reading
My mom identified as settler while my dad identified as Native. It seemed that mom had room in her sense of identity for only one part of her heritage. Dad took a more nuanced view of things, making room for … Continue reading
Last night we had brief squalls of driving rain, although not enough to challenge the growing dryness. Today is a prototypically perfect autumn day in New England. The last few days I’ve been deep in conversation with some folks who … Continue reading
