Sometimes I am really late to the party. Will someone please text me when there is important breaking news? I didn’t realize until Wednesday afternoon that Colonial Gas supplied Nashville. When my younger daughter told me, we drove to…
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My father, who loved my mother so deeply – and imperfectly – finishes this way. He provides, more than generously. The fruits of his labor reach into the present. Yet he nearly wrecks her with his decline. For five years…
In pajamas, I slipped downstairs for a breakfast of champions. I passed my father’s bedroom. He was awake, lying in bed with his hands behind his head. “Good morning, Jennifer!” he called out, as I paused in the door. “When…
“All is swell here, I’m halfinated,” my friend Don texted last week – and I think he’s come up with the cleverest word I’ve heard in a long time. They’re giving out shots like candy in Georgia where my daughters…
I lived on the moon for a while With the dusty dune-dwelling sparrows And odd signs and symbols, ever-shifting. One time I saw a purple balloon That had made it all the way to the moon But mostly I dwelt…
I walked too far on a cold, grey day – all the way to the Portman house. It’s a local landmark for obvious reasons. There was nothing to be done except walk back, the hardware in my left ankle moaning….
Walking slowly – ankles aching – you tend to see the small things on the shore. Each shell a death – they delight and enchant. I can’t quite wrap my mind around that. Is it something to do with mortality – the big…
My husband and I left Pepper and Daisy at home when we went out to dinner a few nights ago. Daisy stayed in her crate – against her will – because she is a puppy and likely to get into…
Ash Wednesday invites reflection on sin, suffering, and grace. A massive winter storm invites reflection as well. Our world is transformed by snow and ice. Today’s Bacon features photos from around town as well as a Lenten devotional recommendation from…