A Walker in the Hood

A Walker in the Hood

Out the door, down the driveway slope I go, and turning right, stride forward down the street. I look from side to side until I reach the T intersection at the corner. Here’s the decision point: turn left, downhill? Or go right, up the hill to points west including my...
Impact

Impact

The Pinot Noir aisle in BevMo. I was slowly working my way shelf to shelf, section to section, frowning and muttering. Bottle after bottle of wine, label after label, description after description. A clerk, a burly fellow, asked. “Anything I can help you with, ma’am?”...
Brownies

Brownies

Be my Valentine? Here’s a good recipe for you—but first its story. Both are close to my heart. It was 1967, first semester of my senior year at the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston; in the spring I would give my senior recital, the culmination of four...
Of Trees and Crows

Of Trees and Crows

A moody November afternoon and I’m at a local shopping center where I usually go to use the ATM, market, or post office, or meet up with friends at Starbucks. But today the primary feature is the sycamore trees—and what’s flying around in them. I’ve been studying and...
Tannenbaum

Tannenbaum

Three weeks ago, we chose you, carried you home, installed you in our living room, and decorated you. Who knows how long you graced the woods of Oregon before you were cut and stacked among other fragrant trees and roared southward in a dark truck? On this January...

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