Armistice Day for aging and death?
I’m old enough to remember when November 11 was called “Armistice Day.” It didn’t become “Veterans Day” until I was…
Author: scribbler
When grief becomes a beautiful memory
Wait till next year! I grew up rooting for the Brooklyn Dodgers and their endless quest to beat the New…
Fetterman
The whole country is reacting to the debate in Pennsylvania this week between the two main Senate candidates , Democratic…
Go Phillies!
The last time the Phillies were playing for the National League pennant was 2010. They lost. They won the World…
Low winter sun
My apartment looks west across the Schuylkill River over the Poweltown and Mantua sections of west Philadelphia. Since I’m on…
Dejá vu
On reflection, I realized that the last two posts about an attack of back pain (thankfully, mostly gone) were related…
Whew! again
Doing better since yesterday’s post. Three days of sitting and heating pad, plus rain finally stopping, all help. Moving carefully…
Elevator going nowhere
Some years ago I wrote about the three moments of pain: When? Now! Whew! Dorothee Soelle described two of those…
A paradox of self
Sammie and I joined the Museum workers picket line on Friday with Fran, a former comrade from Put People First….
More bookmarks.
When I started to read through The Poetry of Yehuda Amichai, I found that Sophie had left more bookmarks than…