(A Reflection from 2003) “All that was ever ours is ours forever.”[i] This November day, like all November days, will be soon be gone...

Mary Oliver writes a rather whimsical poem called “Mozart, For Example.” In it, she ponders the thought, “All the quick notes Mozart...

Excerpted from my book. “Never again just this...”[i] ​ I look out my kitchen window. What has changed since yesterday? The blue, beyond...