Ruthie’s Letter
Early in 1957, my mother wrote a letter to her friend Ruthie. She told Ruthie she was getting married in May. In late March, Ruthie wrote back, an eight-page letter brimming with excitement and...
Category: Waypoints
Home Repair
Not long ago, a hinge broke on one of our kitchen cabinet doors. My thinking was: “I can fix that!” All I needed was a simple edge plate. It wouldn’t cost much, maybe a...
A Pretty Picture
A philosopher of old said, “The mountains and streams belong to those who love them.” Not long ago, we took a walk up Kaaterskill Creek into the clove. We started in Palenville and finished...
Death and Taxes
It’s tax time once again. Already? Didn’t I just do this? Oh well, let the preparation begin. The tedious work lies spread across the floor. I sit on my cushion and sort through another...
Nothing’s Ever Really On Hold
In my younger and more philosophical years, I was caught up by one particular question that would not let go: “What is Time?” To find an answer, I took courses in philosophy. I read...