This week, the prolific poet and critic, Donald Hall passed away at 89. He was Poet Laureate of the U.S. and received the National Medal of Arts from President Obama. Hall was married to another lauded poet, Jane Kenyon until her untimely death from leukemia. More than 20 years after his wife’s passing, Hall wrote an essay in The New Yorker about solitude, love and mourning. Don’t miss it.
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Maybe you can help me figure this out. I need to flip my Queen-size mattress, and every time I consider doing this alone, I’m certain it will hurt my back. If only the dog could lend a paw. Any suggestions for a 100-lb weakling?
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Meryl Streep turns 69 today. Amidst this heart wrenching week, piled onto a dispiriting year that is tearing at the fibers of a nation, I’m reminded of goodness when I see Meryl Streep’s face. She embodies the possibility that one can live with great talent, humility and honor. In my faith tradition, for 25 hours starting at sundown each Friday, we practice hope that the impossible is possible. So as the sun sets tonight, I have to believe that we will heal.
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This dustpan designed by Christopher Specce just might inspire me to sweep more.
The revulsion is becoming bi-partisan. All four living former First Ladies—Michelle Obama, Hillary Clinton, Laura Bush and Roslyn Carter—have now condemned the administration’s family-separation policy. It’s almost impossible not to be moved by the horrific images and audio of children being torn from their families. (As an inexplicable sidebar, today an acquaintance said to me, you can’t really know what it’s like because you’re not a parent.) This is a moral emergency. Protest information here:
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