This is something I think about a lot. My daughters are Gen Z. Their friends and dating pool are Gen Z. I have skin in the game. Photo by lalesh aldarwish on Pexels.com What will become of this unique generation -- whose span is bookended by 9/11 and COVID and whose very name suggests finality?… Continue reading Can Gen Z rise up?
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference." Robert Frost, American poet No clear path. Where to go? Where to go? There is a trail near our home just isolated enough that Miles dog can run free, but in view of enough homes… Continue reading Moving at the speed of life
“You've made this day a special day, by just your being you. There's no person in the whole world like you, and I like you just the way you are.” Fred Rogers, creator of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, an American television show Dumb cane. Pretty house plant or the roots of community? There's a widower a… Continue reading Liking my neighbor
In the early hours of Dec. 24, I took a walk with the dog, stopping twice before returning home. Once, it was to commiserate with a neighbor whose Christmas had mostly been COVIDed away. The second time, it was to stand and listen to another neighbor -- one which I have never met -- scream… Continue reading Has Christmas left you wanting, well, something? Wait for the sequel!
I have pretty boots, but these are the ones that get the job done. I will keep them until they disintegrate. Come winter, a war-weary towel lines a spot in the dining room that lies close enough to the front door to be practical but keeps the snowy boots that gather there out of sight.… Continue reading At home with winter