Let’s start with time. As T. S. Eliot wrote some 70 years ago, “In my beginning is my end.”
My son Owen’s fourth grade teacher announces that it is “Drop Everything and Read Day.”
He was perched at the carved wood and marble bar of the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, eyes glittering like black diamonds.
Finding bright spots in the darkness. Chapter 3.
Chappaquiddick, the Hollywood version, has a scene of the Ted Kennedy character walking through downtown Edgartown.
When I went to the Martha’s Vineyard Hospital for a blood test for my annual physical, I was met with a locked front door and two tents adjacent to...
The autumn here arrives late and glows well into November.
I traveled from the Vineyard to Ireland on March 1, to my village of Crossmolina in County Mayo.
I have lost track of time yet I’m more scheduled. My days are full and yet there is more time for a walk.
On my walks in the woods not far from home there is another beauty fallen across my path.
Benjamin Franklin once said, “In this world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.” I would like to add the word “change.”