Year: 2024

We Are the WorldWe Are the World

Those iconic tinkling chimes and then the da, da da da…you know right away what’s next: “There comes a time…” I grew up in the 80s, a decade of sitcoms and game shows, big earrings and blue eyeshadow. And, of

Winter Is ComingWinter Is Coming

A foot of snow fell. Then the brutal cold came. It was like something out of Little House on the Prairie. But I shouldn’t complain. Other than a dusting of snow on Christmas, winter stayed away until 2024. I drive

A Mockingbird on StageA Mockingbird on Stage

To Kill a Mockingbird, the stage version, performed in my city. Since I don’t pay attention to social media, I didn’t realize it until weeks after tickets went on sale. My tickets were cheap—just under forty dollars—and were about the

Happy Birthday, BabyHappy Birthday, Baby

I’m trying to be mindful of Delights in 2024, believing that Ross Gay’s Book of Delights held value beyond its pages. We should delight in birthdays more. Without them, we wouldn’t exist. Existing should be the first and foremost Delight.