The Abiding Place
As I sat in the hush, I noticed movement: herons, everywhere. Elegant and strange, like brushstrokes come to life. The white ones came and went; but one blue heron remained, unmoving. Steady. Watchful.
America, Where Are You?
After 9/11, unity surged through us like a lifeline. For a moment, America remembered who she was. We stood together, shoulder to shoulder, and it was beautiful. But now, instead of unity in the face of crisis, we meet death with mockery.