Point Thirty-three Percent of our Population
I’ve eyed the inland surge of a heavy surf, and shuddered at the thought of its undertow. I’ve shivered in a late-summer prairie scene:bronze waves of wheatgr...
Month: March 2025
Transboundary Prayer for America
The time has arrived to walk to the river,twos and threes, with our tea candles cupped,melted onto tiny boats of birch bark. And beneath the bowed and grievin...