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On This Day After the Winter Solstice

On This Day After the Winter Solstice

On this day after the Winter Solstice, there is more light than darkness. Every day at noon, the alarm on my wristwatch beeps a reminder to pause and pray for peace. It is not the glorious sound of church bells ringing across the countryside, but it works. The...
Saving “The Jewel of Lehigh Valley”

Saving “The Jewel of Lehigh Valley”

Every once in a while I hear a story that inspires, that reminds me that when we choose to work arm-in-arm to protect that which we hold dear, we can accomplish what feels like the impossible.This is such a story. For over twelve years, a group of citizens has...
Delay Nestlé’s Latest Request to Divert Michigan Water

Delay Nestlé’s Latest Request to Divert Michigan Water

Until now, I have had little good to say about the press over the last year. But on October 31st, an MLive reporter named Garret Ellison published a story, notifying people in the region of a plan by Nestlé to significantly increase the amount of water pumped from one...
Lessons from the Bottom Soles

Lessons from the Bottom Soles

When I began jogging almost forty years ago, it was a dreaded exercise motivated by fear. I remember running laps around our apartment building in Milwaukee every day at the edge of dawn. My stomach hurt. My knees ached. My mind rattled off reasons I should be...
“Winning is Easy . . . Governing is Harder”

“Winning is Easy . . . Governing is Harder”

When I first began writing this blog in August of 2012, I wrote about “my reader.” A sculpture of rusted steel, she sits in our front yard balancing a book in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. I wrote, “What would I tell her, my reader, if she were my daughter?”...
Important Questions

Important Questions

If I close my eyes for an hourand listen to the waterlapping against the stern of our boat,am I wasting time? Or if I straddle my legson a lime-colored noodleand float until fingerswrinkle like prunes,am I a slacker? And if I do nothingbut watch the...