Supplementary material, photographs, outtakes, and commentary
Crossing Open Ground
In Celtic thinking the time between one thing and another is sacred. “Sacred” here is something fluid, organic, changing, but also treacherous, unknowable, and wild. It is dusk and dawn, mid-summer and mid-winter, summer and winter solstices. These are times that are neither…
The Project I Did Not Think Would Happen
Legacies of War: Memorials and Memories of the American Civil War and the Vietnam War is a public program that encourages individuals to engage with the humanities to discuss war and memory.
“Elderly White Hippies”
On August 20, 2025, White House factotum Steven Miller railed against demonstrators opposing the occupation of Washington, D.C., calling them “stupid white hippies” and saying the regime was going to ignore them. Failing in that resolve, he elaborated, “All these demonstrators you’ve seen…
Diary Entry, 8 July 2025
Construction vehicles make the road to campus a slalom run. The enormous crane sitting on what used to be an athletic field reaches into the low-hanging clouds like Jack’s beanstalk. After yesterday’s thunderstorms, the heatwave has broken.
Diary Entry 4 July 2025
A gorgeous, washed, clear morning, cool breezes through the window. I heard the thunder yesterday and the rain drumming the roof but I was lying in a darkened room on my acupuncturist’s table so I missed the tornado warning and the sirens.
Complex Beauty and Avenging Fire
It is a disjointed memory, attached to impressions. I was fourteen, traveling in France with my family. One day we planned to visit an eighteenth-century country house, I don’t know why. For the architecture, probably. I remember nothing of the tour apart from…
The Silly Holiday
I used to host retreats on what is popularly known as “Celtic Spirituality.” I was good at it, largely because I found the whole concept a relief from a particularly patriarchal and oppressive church experience I was caught in. I focused on the…
All The World’s A Stage
I have been wrong about almost everything having to do with politics, communal beliefs, and human nature for ten years. I thought at every turn corrective forces, based in values taught in children’s books and elementary school, would mean the demise and disappearance…
The World Turned Upside Down
I’m a reader and a writer. Like so many other readers and writers I love finding connections and themes. Even when I don’t like what I see I still look for meaning. So: today is January 6th, the traditional end of the joyful…
Drums Against the Dark
It was 1972. I was newly married, living in the north but traveling south for Christmas, which was a major festival in my family. Through a series of happy accidents, my husband had escaped any danger of being sent to Vietnam so my…