How Many Stops

Last week, after the Women’s March, I was worn out from marching, and probably from the celebratory drinking we did, too. The day after was hard. What now? I was exhausted and more than a little depressed, and I slept through church. This week, I got to church, where our priest went slowly through […]

Home

Where are we? This can’t be our country. This can’t be home. The United States is freedom of the press, freedom of religion, a nation of immigrants. Thich Nhat Hanh says we are home. Everywhere we are is home. Sometimes this works for me immediately, like water down a dry throat, and sometimes it chokes […]

March in New York

I met friends and we took the subway to Grand Central. As we got closer and closer, more and more people had signs with them. One of us had heard there was an entrance to the march there, and we didn’t have to go all the way to the UN, which was the official beginning. We […]

Theater

Instead of going to the train home, I went to T Tower. I was having another bout of “This can’t be happening,” this time the source of the flare-up was reading that DT’s hand would rest on the Lincoln Bible at the inauguration. He lives in a tower, at the top, just like the Grinch. Why […]