I’ve been told it is not possible to find a way to follow this blog by email, or to comment on each post. Continue reading “Following this blog, leaving a message”
Sung to the tune of “Out of this World,” by The Cure.
I love it when people say things like, “It’s been [insert impressive length of time] since my last bipolar episode.” I love it, of course, because for me, it’s utter nonsense.
My father played hockey in his teens, on rock-hard New Hampshire ice, and he continued playing until he was 80, and he would have continued playing had he not lost a battle in front of the net a dozen years ago, fallen backward, hit his head, and lost consciousness. His doctor told him to quit the game — to quit the battles.
Alyssa Alhadeff, 14 – student.
Scott Beigel, 35 – geography teacher.
Martin Duque Anguiano, 14 – student.
Nicholas Dworet, 17 – student (senior).
Aaron Feis, 37 – assistant football coach.
Jaime Guttenberg, 14 – student.
Chris Hixon, 49 – the school’s athletic director and a Naval Reservist, with one tour in Iraq.
Luke Hoyer, 15 – student.
Cara Loughran, 14 – student.
Gina Montalto, 14 – student.
Joaquin Oliver, 17 – student.
Alaina Petty, 14 – student.
Meadow Pollack, 18 – student, accepted to college.
Helena Ramsay, 17 – student.
Alex Schachter, 14 – student.
Carmen Schentrup, 16 – student, and a National Merit Scholar semifinalist.
Peter Wang, 15 – student, and a member of the JROTC program.
[Credit to CNN]
It’s winter — or the roller coaster that may pass this year for winter in Central Connecticut — with fits of warm weather, occasional low teens, minor snow or ice … but still a simmering risk of cabin fever. (Sometimes just knowing it’s winter is enough to keep a person bundled up indoors, busy on some type of puzzle or book or computer.)
The tagline of this occasional blog – “The battles we fight, the wars we wage” — closely describes the life of Frederick Douglass, a Black man born in February 1818 in Talbot County, Maryland, a long-established Colonial community where, up until the Civil War, some one-quarter of all residents were of African or Caribbean descent, and were enslaved.
I am grateful every day to have been born into a nautical family. Continue reading “A Settling Sea – Family Vol. 5”
You don’t need to have lost a child at Sandy Hook.
You don’t need to have lost a close friend at Sandy Hook.
You can still recognize John Donne’s universal message – a meditation he wrote nearly 400 years ago – that each passing affects us all, as we are all members of the continent, all part of the main.
The sound of Canada geese taking to the air:
For the English, scroll down.
Für die Englisch, nach unten scrollen.
Special thanks to Steffi Smarsly for translation assistance.
Als ich 8 war, lebte ich im Norden Deutschland, im Schatten von Hamburg – eine der Wohnungen meiner Vorfahren. Mein Zuhause wurde dann Deutsch. Meine Schule war Deutsch. Mein Essen war Deutsch. Meine Freunde waren Deutsche. Ich war Deutsch. Continue reading “So Deutsch wie mein Großvater”