It’s called “daybreak”, not “day slowly opening up”….and it’s “nightfall”, not “night gently descending”! And there’s a resonance in these appellations of violence: the utter beauty of each is so sharp, so unexpected as if we’d never experienced either event…

A lot of people don't "get" modern art, or for that matter abstract art of any sort. They look at a brilliant painting by Morris Lewis, for example, and see bands of paint spread across a canvas and say with…

Taylor Swift, Bowen Yang. Creativity off the charts. I love watching Millennials going after their dreams and lead us in the exchange of cultural ideas. There's something exciting about growing older that I don't hear enough about: Amidst all the…

A place for the genuine November 1, 1921 It was months later that Agatha journeyed to Berlin to see Hans, Sarah and Bella, dear Bella. Agatha took the train to Berlin from Bremerhaven in mid-December. It was a long journey,…

Perfect Devotion Her life was devoted to two things – becoming beautiful and the Catholic Church. Middle daughter of seven born to wealth, her family from Ireland, straight off the boat into the business of alcohol, pubs, and hotels, to…

I’ve lived a good and reasonably long life, and as this Jewish New Year begins, I’ve much to be grateful for….and for that, I am ….well…..grateful. Mostly, I am happy to be able to experience the gratitude, the acceptance, the…

July 29, 1921. The next morning Herr Finkham sat at the kitchen table. He drank his coffee. He read the newspaper, Bremer Nachrichten, continually published since January 7, 1743. Far in the back of the newspaper was a small article…

My phone vibrated against the counter, a rumbling sound, like something ominous on its way. I pulled off the oven mitts and picked it up. Can you come in early? That new line cook is fucking useless Still in Iowa,…

I keep looking for the answer outside myself, and I keep being re-minded there is no answer outside myself. Oh there’s the short-term relief of a love reciprocated, the joyous moment of being cast in a show I really wanted…

[Fiction] She so wants to belong. Which is why she joined. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. An early morning running group open to all levels. Rise with the shine, was the motto, which in the summer,…

[Fiction] She sits in front of her computer. Nothing comes. She blinks. She positions her hands over the keyboard. Still, nothing. She enjoys reading memoirs. In fact, she plans to write one. But first there are the small steps recommended…

Desesperado, desperado no, El desaparecio, Ella tambien’, No destituido. Buscador solamente…de alegria. No dualidad, parece…apreciada.