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As a journalist, I believe that the job of a newspaper is to hold up a mirror to the world, to show the readers a reflection of life as it is occurring. The goal is to reveal everything about society, both good and bad, without commentary. Thus, the newspaper becomes an image of a moment […]

  When I was eight years old, I was afraid of bees. I thought that I could get stung at any moment because, for reasons unknown to me, bees liked to land on me and use me as a chair. Eventually, I calmed down and I learned to coexist with bees. The day came, however,

These days, I don’t travel very far. I go to work and I come home. Sometimes, I go to the farmers market. On Sunday, I went to church. The first time since March 8th. It was nice to be back, and it was different. The church service was held outside, under a tent. No singing.

There are times when I think that, once we finish all of the phases of re-opening, everyday life will just pick up where it left off. The world looks normal. Is it really possible that danger lurks behind such a placid surface? The flowers are blooming and the lake is often a beautiful shade of

Two years ago, I had joined the Becker Farms CSA (community supported agriculture) for the season. When you join a CSA, you pay for every week that you get a box of produce. I had the option of ordering a box every week or every other week. My other option was the choice between a

There was no Independence Day parade today. The length of the self-quarantine/lockdown made planning a parade impossible. Maybe there will be a parade at another time. Or maybe not.Who knows? So I didn’t get up early to take a quietly peaceful walk to the start of the parade route. Instead, I gathered my clothing and

Today was a good day. I spent most of it working on a garden on the side of the park office. My goal was to rehabilitate the overgrown garden. There was shrubbery to be pruned, a tree to shape, and weeds to remove.  As I continued with my project at the park, I thought about

Today, I start a new Ultimate Blogging Challenge. In my last challenge, I chose to document life during the pandemic. But I was self quarantining in a house by myself. When the loneliness became too much for me, I let my imagination take over, and I started an imaginary trip around the world. It is

Peter DeMott, Ellen Grady,and two of their children. The photograph was takenduring the 2008 WitnessAgainst War walk from Chicagoto Saint Paul, Minnesota. One year ago, I traveled to Ithaca to participate in the Peter DeMott Peace Trot, which is a fundraiser for the Ithaca Catholic Worker. The Ithaca Catholic Worker community is one of a loosely