A More Perfect Union

There have been a couple of times in my life when the policies and politics of the U.S. have seemed so alien and inimical to my sense of decency that I've wanted to leave. Those times were in my youth, when my ...

Song of the Wood Thrush

It’s been a cool, dry spring, but now a welcome spell of mild, rainy weather softens the evening. Distant thunder rumbles a counterpoint to the wood thrush singing in the woods behind the barn. Fifty years a...