In George Orwell’s book, 1984, he warns that words can have meanings changed by manipulative political actors, who mean to...
Sometimes less is more, and never more so than in poetry. Last month was National Poetry Month. Many a long...
More than 20 days have passed since the vernal equinox, and we are now into Spring. That, if I may...
Some will say there are no miracles today, just those leather-bound, caught up in verses from a time when things...
Birds to me are a mystery. Or maybe better said, their command of the air is like a dandelion’s fluff...
Growing up, we caught the sun, grabbed a bite, got outside, seldom stayed in, even on bad days. Life was...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is one of “the fireside poets,” a group of inspirational, reflective writers from the 1800s. Only Longfellow,...
Robert Frost is well known for his winter poems, less for poems short and stark, rhyming lines that trace his...
This time of year, we used to go ice fishing every weekend. If this sounds odd, life across America’s Northern...
In quiet times, we re-read old friends like Robert Frost, seeing what we missed before. He loved New England life...
Robert Frost captures the imagination and pace of winter, poems like “Stopped by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” and that...
Somewhat surprisingly, the month of November shows up in literature, poetry, and – of course – politics. We know this...
In life, we get opportunities to step up – or to step away. We get them at home, in town,...
More peace lies in simple things than we know, and yet, you know, we should. Growing up, our home was...