Thoughts from the wee hours…

Thoughts from the wee hours…

After having just climbed back in bed after yet another late night trip downstairs with the tiny-bladdered dog, I have so many random thoughts floating around… Continue reading

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The Art – and Pain – of Compromise

The Art – and Pain – of Compromise

An eloquent man of whom I’m a pretty big fan once said, “No democracy works without compromise.” When he said it, he was referring to American politics – a touchy subject that I’m not going to touch in this post with a 30-foot steel rod. But the idea of democracy, I think, can be applied … Continue reading

“Hi. Welcome to our town. I’m glad you’re here.”

Tonight, Munchkin and I joined the “welcome line” at our student union. This was the second time this week that the Office of International Services hosted informational meetings for our students, faculty, staff, and community who are affected by or concerned about the recent immigration ban. A group of people organized a team of volunteers … Continue reading

A Christmas truce

It’s the wee hours of Christmas morning.  A couple hours ago, I played Santa for the Munchkin. I snuck upstairs and retrieved the differently-wrapped gifts. I filled stockings. I emptied the milk glass, left a half-eaten cookie on the plate, opened the fireplace doors, and placed a note on the hearth. I photographed my late-night … Continue reading