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Those Sinkholes Called Holidays

More than six years later, I still panic at the thought of holidays as a widow…without Lev. Frankly, nothing can make me happy, because I want the holidays to be like they used to be–when he was alive. Joyce Carol Oates named them well–sinkholes–and the poet Elizabeth Alexander used the…

 

Bumps in the Road

Here on Nantucket for the summer, my great fear when I’m alone on the streets after dark is not the perceived threat of someone lurking in a dark corner ready to assault me or snatch my purse. It’s the fear of stumbling on the old brick sidewalks and cobblestone streets….

 

Remembering Our Founding Values

My Independence Day celebration began in the 1809 Unitarian Universalist Meeting House in Nantucket. The annual program was billed simply as the reading of the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights, but it was much more than that. First, I was surprised by the crowds. It was like…

 

Happy 239th Birthday!

America, the Beautiful O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern impassion’d stress A…