Christmas Eve in 2024, I was walking home after a delightful brunch with friends. The iron-grey sky promised either rain or snow flurries, so I hunched forward, cutting through the chill air like the boat’s bow, determined to avoid a downturn in the weather.  Ahead of me, a man st

A woman in her mid-50s, whom I’d known for two decades, recently dropped me from her Facebook circle.  Once an advocate for women’s rights, she acquired a boyfriend, and not long after, I noted changes in the tenor of her remarks.  Each time she defended MAGA values, I countered

Last week, my blog was about finding our better angels in the worst of times, a term Abraham Lincoln coined in his first inaugural address.   I am familiar with my darker ones, anger, impatience, and vanity among them.  Less aggressive are the purer spirits. Sometimes, when I’ve