I think we could all use a break, don't you?
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Yeah, I know it's a cliché, and I've run it before. But Jesus Christ. The President of the United States, in his golden tower, defending a mob of torch-bearing fascists. To paraphrase Miss Vicki Lester, in a mood that now to me feels strangely familiar: "How do we live out the days?"
And then there's that thudding, nerve-shattering last line: "Still think you can control them?"
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Friday, August 11, 2017
As another blessed week limps to a close, and in the face of bad news from all over, today more than ever I needed a lift...
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
I already reposted this once this year, but it's never too soon to be reminded of what we're really all about. Or at least the country I knew and loved was...
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
- Emma Lazarus