Through a Window, Darkly
“A litany of sounds floods the room. I sense possibility and my own vulnerability.”
Way Station
Among the Ukrainian refugees in southeastern Poland.
Pictures at an Exhibition
Coming of age with Generation Z.
Mister Fix-It?
In the realm of plumbing, there’s no outrunning the shadow of ancient defeats.
Dear Uncle Nick
An appreciation of one professor’s kindness, guidance, and wit.
Nearing Ninety
“I find it impossible not to wonder what’s left.”
Orchard Bounty
“The back-lit, bright green canopies were gilded, too—with bright orange balls.”
At the Crossroads
A 7,000-mile circuit around the country seeking answers to a question about to loom over me.
Vision Quest
“The rules are simple: no social media, no e-mails, no texts, no phone, no music, no books, no watch, no light.”
Murder One
A three-week trial suggests the jury process is a forgotten model for American democracy.
Fraxinus americana
The loss of summer. The winter to come.
Chainsaw Massacre
A modest proposal for stewarding our forests and trees.
Dashed Stems
“Thou canst not stir a flower / Without troubling of a star.”
Call Me Anya
Difficult relations.
The Plunge
Diving with dignity.