Tag: Wendell Berry

This is grief

Back in May, at the funeral of a colleague’s mother, I began to cry and could not stop, already beginning to mourn the loss I knew was soon ahead. My then-boss, a wise and wonderful woman, held me in a tight hug afterwards, knowing,…


Periodically I’ll see one of those memes on Facebook or the web that reminds us to be patient with others, whose personal difficulties may be undetected: This one in particular comes to mind:  “Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about….

My mama’s hands

When I was growing up, and even into adulthood, it bothered me to no end that I didn’t look like either of my parents. My twin brother Mike is the spitting image of our dad, right down to his mannerisms. And my younger brother…