Getting There from Here
When we come upon a contrast that’s an adjacency — two very different things side by side, co-existing in harmony — we can often find some delight in observing it or perhaps even living in it. When, on the other…
Seeking the Greatest While Feeling Ordinary
It doesn’t surprise me one bit, and I know it won’t surprise you either, that my recent Road Trip in the Heartland (starting and ending in Indianapolis) provided about as many examples of my beloved side-by-side contrasts as there were…
Finding Myself in Conventions Everywhere
It’s Convention time, all across the land, and my son Henry and I are getting a pretty good education in what goes on at these multi-day, resource-intensive, hotel-based, name-tagged events as we take our road trip through several states. We…
What Animals Have Done For Me Lately
In keeping with my theme of contrasts, of one thing side by side with a very different thing, I offer an image: large dog lying near person working at sleek computer. Dog – a black one with tall ears –…
(Trying to Be) A Good Team in Transition
It’s been wonderful having our older son home with us for a couple of weeks, just in time for the NBA playoffs. I love joining him in front of the TV, partly just to be with him and partly because…
Three is Not a Crowd
The theme of this blog, as I tried to articulate it in “A Welcome Message” at the top of the site, is about the richness of contrasting experiences. In that first essay, I offered the image of how a certain…
Our Vocabularies, Ourselves
So now it’s official: I’m not quite the Bishop’s Wife yet because he’s not quite the Bishop of New Hampshire yet, but I am the Wife (I’ll keep the capital letter, thank you very much) of the Bishop Coadjutor Elect,…
To Facebook or Not To Facebook
We have a kind of a mix-up going on in our marriage: my husband, the introvert, is encouraging me, the extrovert, to follow his lead and get a Facebook account. I’m on the Facebook Fence. Talk about turning the tables. …
If the Spirit Moves You
When we have a “moving experience,” it usually means we are enriched by it in some way — affected emotionally, even pulled to a place where new vistas open up for us. The actual experience of moving, however, is usually…
Transported in Time
Do we remain ourselves as the years, like waves, lap up on the shore or do we become different people over the course of a decade, half a century, a century? A couple of recent family get-togethers have pulled me…