Eventually, the Trump waters will lap onto your shores

Weirdly, I’m friends with my son’s mother-in-law. I like her. She loves her grandchildren, cares deeply for her family and she’s got a wicked sense of humor. I like that last part, especially. We sit around and pick on one another, cheerfully so. She likes it that I’m a year older than her. I like it …

That’s my boy

Tonight, my son will attend his very-last law school class. He plans to take the bar exam in July. Those two sentences don’t begin to encompass the work that has gone on to reach tonight. For the past few years (I don’t even remember when he started…1990?) my son attended night classes at Western New England University …

It was a full weekend.

On Friday, we laid to rest Timmy, one of my husband’s cousins, who was a delightfully off-kilter man who’d been sick all his life, though you wouldn’t have known that to talk to him. He died unexpectedly the weekend before, and the family was devastated. His older brother gave the eulogy, and he did so …

And, just like that, he’s 31.

We called this his “Disturbed Poet” picture, but really, he was just a hard-headed little kid who didn’t like sweaters because they scratched. So when he was forced to wear this sweater for picture day, this is the picture we got. He was actually a happier kid than this would make things seem, and now …

Today I shall meet Ta-Nehisi Coates

Coates is that rare writer who combines a deep knowledge of his subject with an incredible gift to tell a story. Today, he is being awarded the Stowe Prize for Writing to Advance Social Justice. He was the unanimous choice of the Board of Trustee’s committee to choose this years honoree. I know because I …

Don’t sign it, Asa

The Arkansas legislature has passed to Gov. Asa Hutchinson a “religious freedom” law similar to the one that has caused the uproar in Indiana and elsewhere. Gov. Hutchinson is a 1972 graduate of Bob Jones University, the ultra-conservative institution of higher learning whose policies (and graduates) would be funny if they weren’t so very sad. …

Like father, like son and daughter

Back during my active parenting days, when things would get hairy, (I remember 12, 13, and 14 most acutely), I used to tell my son that my fondest prayer was that one day, he’d grow up and have a son just like him. Sometimes God answers prayers, and sometimes, She doubles up on them. See …