What Matters is the Robe

What Matters is the Robe

Standing barely 5 feet tall and weighing a hundred pounds, Ruth Bader Ginsberg was the embodiment of that old adage, “you can’t judge a book by its cover.”  Whether or not one agreed with her views, values and prerogatives, one could not help but note the...
Humanization… period

Humanization… period

I have rewritten this post three times.  Originally, it was entitled “Rehumanizing Karen.”  I ran it by my smart, Gen Z, teen-aged kids and found that it said things I did not wish to say, so I revised it, made it more nuanced, and peppered it...
The Fledgling Green

The Fledgling Green

Every spring, for the last fifteen years, we have planted a garden.  In recent years, much of this has fallen to our friends, Greg and Amber, who share in the spoils of chard, kale, carrots, beets, garlic, lettuce and berries of all kinds.  But we all do our...
Fate Tectonics

Fate Tectonics

I was born in 1969.  On July 20th, when I am eight days old, Neil Armstrong becomes the first human being to set foot on the moon.  He manually pilots the Eagle past strewn boulders, amid the sounding of alarms, to land in the Sea of Tranquility with 30...