Heal the Broken World

Heal the Broken World

Are you aware of a constant low-grade hum that’s always present? The tension of that hum seems more pronounced right now.  Across from my kitchen table, there’s a pastel drawing. It’s a cornucopia, a horn of plenty drawn by me, years ago while I was in a pastels...
Freedom of Speech

Freedom of Speech

It was hot, humid, and yet incredibly dry that summer.    I was excited to celebrate our nation’s Bicentennial, a great celebration of democracy, with friends and fireworks that Saturday night.   The heat of the day accentuated the smell of brats on the...