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Yellow Springs News Blogs Section :: Page 2

  • BLOG— The rule of love

    Marc Chagall, "Over the Town," 1918. (Via Wikiart.org)

    When I was six — and eight, and 10, but never again after then — I made valentines for everybody in my class. Everybody did. The rule was that you liked everybody, even those you suspected you didn’t like.

  • BLOG-Speak to Me

    So much has happened in this week, it is well that it started with a call to service.

  • BLOG—”Above all, try something”: On food insecurity in the village

    Eighteen months ago, Kate Anderson came to my office at First Presbyterian Church and said, “I feel called to address food insecurity, but I don’t know what that looks like yet.” Now, with three financial donors and a growing list of volunteers, it seems our prayers are being answered. 

  • BLOG-The Way of Broccoli Cheddar

    My daughter’s taste buds are not picky; they are however fickle.

  • BLOG-Countdown

    May we greet each other warmly in the coming year.

  • BLOG—2017: Making 2016 look better since January 2

    In my experience, year-in-review pieces tend to be the embodiment of the theme some from Facts of Life: “You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have” a cache of schmaltz, a cache of schmaltz! 

  • BLOG-Night Divine

    Slow and steady. Be safe.

  • BLOG— Happy Hanukwanzamas!

    El Santuario de Chimayo, New Mexico. (Photo by Grant Hackett)

    Years ago I had a friend, culturally but not religiously Jewish, who devised a third greeting: “Happy Hanukwanzamas!” I was there the day he worked it out on a piece of paper, fitting the three words together.

  • BLOG—Rest in Hell, Bernard Law

    Jesus defined the wicked as those who do not operate their lives based upon the principles of love, mercy, compassion, and equanimity. Sadly, Christians have long fallen short of these ideals.

  • BLOG— A fresh field

    Our first winter in Yellow Springs (Photo by Grant Hackett)

    In memory, snow fell all winter those first two years. Our backyard became a closet stuffed with bridal gowns, frothy white forms smothering every bush and tree. I loved the stacked inches atop the clean curves of honeysuckle, and the transformed hemlock, a dark Pegasus spreading white wings.

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