Wherever you are as you read this, however disturbed and disheartened by the condition of our country, remember the Nigerian Leaper.
Moving Along Into 2025
Perhaps this great success of Shawnee is what all writers finally achieve—this is my sixteenth published book—but I doubt if it’s that alone.
A Bomb Upon the Ceiling
I often turn to Emily Dickinson’s poems in troubled times. Friday I came across one of her more startling aphorisms..
I Hear America Singing
I just learned that today 91 million Americans are singing: in choral groups, choirs, schools, singalongs and all kinds of informal gatherings, many more than participate in other forms of the arts.
On the Cusp
My excitement leading up to Christmas Day was so powerful it hurt, and I dimly felt that I was excited in a way that couldn’t be easily resolved.
Feeding the Birds
Feeding the birds that remain has become my passion.
Being Ladies
As we again face a form of invasion, of lies and distortions, not soldiers, will we again be crippled by our adherence to older forms of “correct behavior”?
Wonderful Women
Just when the first real cold hits and I face another winter here in the mountains, I’m rejoicing in the company I keep with wonderful women.
Owning the Land
Even before I decided, years ago, to put the 420 acres of blessed open space into conservation easements, I felt the wild fields and thin woods had long since belonged to the creatures that have always lived there.
Weather Houses
As I approach my 88th birthday next month, I’m amazed at the long life of my feelings and opinions.