SHE HAD SOME HORSES

SHE HAD SOME HORSES

I heard Joy Harjo for the first time on NPR Wednesday night, reciting her poem, ‘She Had Some Horses.’ While listening I did not know she was of the Mvskoke/Creek Nation. And that she is the new poet laureate of our nation.  She had me heart with her opening stanza....
WHAT PRIVILEGE

WHAT PRIVILEGE

Sam and I, with a couple friends, are going Rhode Island, to the beach today. What privilege. And to think ‘going to the beach’ used to mean walking across my lawn, down stone stairs, jumping off the seawall to our rock. What privilege. Today I will plunge...
IN SUCH GRACE

IN SUCH GRACE

Went to the City Winery Monday night with Peter and Sam. Met up with a few high school friends to hear Sona Jobareth – a wonderful musician from The Gambia. She had four other band members – two drummers/percussionists, a bass and a guitar.  She plays the kora....
I TOOK A KNEE

I TOOK A KNEE

I am not a gracious Boston sports fan. I remember watching football and hockey with Mom on our 12-inch black and white TV. She’d yell and complain when fights broke out or egregious, violent penalties were made. I yell and complain whenever a play doesn’t...
WE ARE MOVING

WE ARE MOVING

My granddaughter’s third grade class hosted a wonderful event yesterday afternoon. Each student researched a Massachusetts person of interest. Cora’s was Deborah Sampson – a Massachusetts woman who fought in the Revolutionary War. I kneeled, quietly thrilled, hearing...