THE STARLINGS HAVE MOVED ON

The starlings have moved on. Apparently even West Virginia is too hot for these raucous birds. The finches have claimed dominance over the bird feeders, sharing them with a few jays, mourning doves, and tiny woodpeckers. The grass has started to brown, and plants wilt from the unrelenting heat and sun. Is this a harbingerContinue reading “THE STARLINGS HAVE MOVED ON”

Growing Old, Staying Relevant

Three quarters of a century old. Who among us thought, when we were angsting over turning thirty, that we would face the challenges of being seventy-five or older? When I turned thirty I got a guitar (that I never learned to play), an expensive sports car (that my ex wanted as part of our divorceContinue reading “Growing Old, Staying Relevant”

A Hard Rain

The rain was coming down like a giant rippling curtain, greying out the color of the trees and forcing the birds to take shelter among their branches and the bushes. It wasn’t like a summer thunderstorm, menacing and loud, but more like an ocean of water pouring down in a steady, expansive stream with hardlyContinue reading “A Hard Rain”

Taking the Blackness out of Black

A close friend chided me for writing an editorial in which I referred to the lack of diversity and inclusion of women of color at a recent unveiling of a weaving commemorating Sojourner Truth’s “And Ain’t I a Woman?” speech in Akron, Ohio. Sojourner Truth may have been a woman of color but she wasContinue reading “Taking the Blackness out of Black”

Machiavelli’s Disciple

President Trump is a textbook case of the old philosophical debate: If the outcome is good, does it matter if the means to achieve it are immoral? If anyone seems to embody Machiavelli’s maxim, “Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, because it belongs to everybody to see you, to fewContinue reading “Machiavelli’s Disciple”

Blogger’s Block

Life in the Trump era has resulted in my getting blogger’s block. You would think just the opposite, but no. Each hour—sometimes by-the-minute—there is an assault on my sense of decency, security, patriotism, and general well-being. My rheumatoid arthritis has flared up from stress, and the ten impossible things I thought I could do forContinue reading “Blogger’s Block”