THE WRITTEN WORD ​   A poem offered for these troubling times. The Horizon Above the darkness ofpresent realitycovers me likea cold blanketMy steps are slowand sad But as I look towardan edge of lightthere comes a kind ofinvitation:“Walk on O childof the earth”...

  THE WRITTEN WORD The other day my sweet, wonderful daughter sighed, ‘Mom, I spend so much time learning how to relate to neuro typical people. How come they don’t spend time learning how to relate to me?’ Good question. A neuro typical person, or an NT, is someone...

  THE WRITTEN WORD ​             I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.- Wendell Berry from “The Peace of Wild Things” A few days ago, after reading one too many news stories,...

  THE WRITTEN WORD The Tinby Libby Cable I spent many glorious school vacation weeks with my grandmother in Massachusetts when I was young. I’m the oldest of four and found the one-on-one attention of an adult with limitless time for me a pure delight. Occasionally,...

  THE WRITTEN WORD Picasso’s Self Portrait with Palette, 1906by Diana Pinckney  Here the strong, dark-eyed twenty-five-year- old,bold in his realism, old in his art and readyto change it again and again. Pablo,looking young and innocent. Was he ever? Here the left...

  THE WRITTEN WORD JUST IN CASEBy Andrea Nordstrom Caughey Some dads collect fishing poles, old boat propellers, beer steins, or signed baseballs. Mine collected flashlights. Dozens and dozens of flashlights. Small pocket flashlights, issued free with subscriptions to...

  THE WRITTEN WORD by Dede Mitchell The wind whips the heavy-leaved limbs of the willow oak. Only a few weeks ago, the leaves were beginning to bud and now the tree’s branches toss and swing like long, thick hair. I see this through the window of my study. There’s...