On the banks of Lake Tillery, God drenches the world in blood. And it is beautiful. Many miles away, in my weedy yard, the ageratum opens. The agastache – unsteady – leans. The Rose of Sharon weeps. (Why keep your…
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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…
Barbara Kingsolver has a new book of poetry out – “How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons)”. It is marvelous. Her poems are readable, easy on the ears, honest; they cut to the heart of things. They sometimes feel like…
My high school history teacher became a lawyer – since retired. With his PhD in American history, he taught at several colleges (as well as my high school) before pivoting to a more secure profession. Somewhere along the way, he…