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Amazing [screech] Grace

I am being held hostage by a violin. It’s a lovely instrument, so fine that it cringes in horror whenever I struggle through Old Macdonald or O Susanna. (Now, I’m working on Amazing Grace, hoping for divine intervention.) It expresses its displeasure by wailing and squealing at random moments, making it difficult for me to […]

Limits of Imagination

A few days ago I began my morning as I usually do—yes, on my laptop, scrolling through the mostly-nonsense and occasionally interesting facebook postings of the past twenty-four…okay, maybe twelve…hours. Someone I barely know went to a wonderful concert; it’s a friend’s birthday and do I want to send him greetings; somewhere in western Canada […]

Twinkle, Twinkle

I’m not musically gifted. As a child, I took piano lessons under duress for years, rarely practiced, and never progressed very far. I refused to participate in recitals. As a young adult, I took some lessons in an attempt to uncover previously hidden talent, but it didn’t work out that way. I did manage to […]

Revisiting Laura

A few days ago, after a reading marathon, I closed the cover on Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilderby Caroline Fraser. As an unrepentant admirer of “Laura”, I was intrigued by Fraser’s revelations about Laura’s life that filled the cracks between her books and placed her story in the context of both […]

Morning Visitor, Part II

It wasn’t quite so funny again this morning around 2am, when once again I was awakened by a ruckus in the kitchen. Of course, after the adventures of yesterday morning, we’d closed the kitchen windows tight. But there it was, in the kitchen again. How could this be? Early yesterday evening, Jack took this picture. Who knew […]

Morning Visitor

It wasn’t quite light this morning when I woke up to a strange clinking sound coming from the kitchen. In my half-awake state, I assumed Jack was already up and had let the cats in. Our cats are nocturnal animals who often spend their nights outside hunting mice. But what was the clinking sound? I […]

What’s a Quaker anyway?

Over many years, and in many conversations about childhood and religion, I’ve been pelted with questions about Quakerism. Although I fomally abandoned my ties with Quakerism in middle adulthood, no longer able to accept even its dogma-free tenets, its echoes stay with me. Unlike the many lapsed Catholics I know, who feel burdened for life by […]

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