Odes to Winter

I see gray stone walls covered with snow, like powdered sugar sprinkled on a cake, or two - They guard the forest of bare spindly trees, rising out of the icy wetlands.  Birds sing a distant song. The piercing caw of a hawk startles me, in my tracks.  I am jolted from my thoughts.  Along [...]

El día de la candelaría

El día de la candelaría

  Today is a Holy Day.  It is also Ground Hog day.  All the Christmas decorations are down, all around.  Once in awhile you will see a decoration, here and there.  Maybe they left it up for this day, that last day of Christmastide.  It is said, if you haven't taken your decorations down by [...]

Turn the Page

Turn the Page

Today is the first of February, and it’s time to celebrate. There was noticeably more daylight, even yesterday, the last day of January. In fact, there were 45 minutes more daylight yesterday, than the last day of December, and now, days will only get longer, and longer. Before we know it the growing season will [...]

Down The Stairs

Down The Stairs

Yesterday morning early, I glanced at a report in Time Magazine, about a young woman in New York City.  She was carrying a baby stroller, with her baby in it, down the stairs of the subway station.  The mother was found dead, after impact.  Fortunately, the baby was O.K.  It wasn’t certain if the mother died [...]

Run!

Run!

Run, whenever, and as fast as you can. We're all in a hurry, and want to get things done.  Completing tasks that lead to an accomplishment, is a challenge in itself.  So many parts go into a final project.  One detail of that project might be a source of inspiration.  We may be able to [...]

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"Babbitt" is an important book in American Literature.  It mirrors a pivotal time in the history of a country that is less than 150 years old. I agree with an article I recently read that said 'Goodreads had it all wrong when they gave "Babbitt" an undeserving low score.' This author, whom I will have [...]

A New Book

I've begun a new book. It's called "Babbitt", written by Sinclair Lewis in 1922. Takes place in 1920, in a fictitious town in Indiana called, Zenith.  The main character, Babbitt, a realtor, lives in a new dutch colonial, in a prim and proper neighborhood, with his unhappy wife and strange egotistical children.   1920 seems so [...]