My Garden of Delights On an unseasonably warm Sunday morning in December, my wife and I put our community garden plot to bed. We pulled the woody stems of our border flowers and said goodbye to the stalks of kale and chard that were the last survivors in our 10X20 foot plot that had hosted a cornucopia of tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, basil, radishes, beets, snow peas, pole beans, bush beans...
Microcosms Move Me When my mother died, I found among her modest possessions my Harvard doctoral diploma, laminated and ready for hanging in my never-to-exist psychologist’s office. Like immigrants from so many countries, my parents dreamed that their sacrifices would catapult me into a financially secure world where I could bask in the respect of others, whom I would greet with callus-free hands...
I’ve really resisted starting a blog. There are so many out there already. Who has time to read them all? I’m not an avid blog reader myself. We all spend so much time at the computer already, and I find myself eager to get done with my screen business so I can get back to reading my book. Truth to tell, I read only one blog regularly. Every morning when I fire up my computer, there is Diane...