June 24, 2018 – Dance Recital

Dance is the hidden language of the soul. Martha Graham It’s warm—uncomfortably warm. There is no air conditioning in Vanier Hall and it seems that this last weekend in June is always warm. Nevertheless, we gladly endure the stuffy heat in the auditorium to watch our granddaughter’s annual dance recital. We’ve got the same seats

Tuesday, May 1, 2018 – Bounty

Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions I long for ordinary time: predictability and routine. Even as I write these words I see the absurdity of them, because even in ordinary time sands are shifting—sands are always shifting. Still I

Sunday, April 22, 2018

The problem is not making up the steps but deciding which ones to keep. Mikhail Baryshnikov The last thing I want to do is go out. This cold (I feel like a baby for complaining so much about a cold, but man this is a rough one) still has me in its nasty grip. I’d