For the love of good neighbors
We have different politics, different faiths, different football teams, but we are a community of neighbors who can rally for one another.
Bookshelf: July – Sept. 2022
What book will I start in October? I haven't decided yet, but for now, here are the last quarter’s selections and a few thoughts.
Of newspapers and neighbors…
Newspapers can make good neighbors, or something like that. My neighbors use my old print newspapers to line their bird cage. Seriously.
Reflections on a Road Trip….and a Beautiful Wedding
When I told people we were driving to Chicago, they were incredulous. Why drive such a helluva long way? It was about family.
Bookshelf: April – June 2022
Looking for something to read this summer? These were my book choices – and some commentary – from the last quarter. Some are new releases; others not so new. (You can find 1st quarter book summaries here.)
Not Again. Still.
So is it possible to find common ground? Can we agree that reducing the need for abortion would benefit everyone? Fewer unwanted pregnancies, fewer abortions, fewer risks to women, as well as healthy, deeply desired children born to women able to care for them.
Bookshelf: Jan – March 2022
My new year typically starts with a nice selection of books/Christmas gifts waiting to be read. 2022 was no exception, and I collected a nice variety of styles. (You may recall that 2021 started with a common theme of life do-overs.) Amanda Gorman’s poetry signaled a perfect place to start.
When the words rage
When the words rage, I can only write. Yes, I rage, I protest, I vote. And I have hope.
Bookshelf: Oct – Dec. 2021
For the final months of 2021, I read a wide assortment of books -- from non-fiction investigations to mystery thrillers to escapist fiction. Christmas brought some eagerly awaited books to start the new year, but the following wrap up the 55 books I read in 2021.
My Mother’s Dishes
I was raised believing china dinnerware was used only for special occasions, which meant Thanksgiving and Christmas. (Crystal wasn’t an issue because Mom didn’t have any and didn’t drink.) A set of silver flatware from my Smith grandparents was also safely stored and rarely seen.