Baghdad Binge
During these months of living as a somewhat/sometimes hermit, I’ve tried to limit my stream watching to an hour or…
Author: scribbler
Big man on campus.
Labor Day is ending, along with this strange summer. This is the first September in more than 20 years that…
Words hurt, especially when you can’t find them
Joan Didion called it the “vortex effect,” the sudden overwhelming grief triggered by a memory. After ten years that feeling…
May all beings meet with good fortune
I wonder if the Buddha was thinking of birds when he gave his enigmatic advice. Rain pours down on the…
Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war
When I was a young boy in the 1950s, I often saw this picture on “public service” advertisements on buses…
Sometimes you win some.
In what seems like a lifetime ago, back at the beginning of February before the pandemic lockdown, I wrote about…
Matthias Baldwin Park
I walked over to Matthias Baldwin Park this afternoon. Another scorcher. I discovered the park on one of my walks…
A walk in the sun
One advantage of going for a walk in the middle of a hot (93º+), sunny afternoon is that the Schuylkill…
Three months. Three things.
It’s been almost three months since my last post. At first I was working on another writing project. When the…
Heart flowers
Last Sunday, March 1, was the birthday of my youngest sister Mary Teresa. I’ve written about her before. She did…