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Latest — Nov 9, 2026

The Untold Goodness Before Election Day

Heading into Election Day, the polls in my state were looking dicey. Though not because of unsavory actors. At issue was a concern that there would be too many veterans for voting access, loving chaplains, trained election observers that voters might be discouraged by the large, jolly corridor of folks

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One Beautiful Thing We’re Called to Do Right Now

Photo by Andrii Solok / Unsplash I had a friend who used to get brutal headaches. When she could feel one coming on, she took an aspirin and then set a timer for 15 minutes. Why the timer? I asked. To remind me to pause and appreciate that I’m not

One Beautiful Thing We’re Called to Do Right Now

I had a friend who used to get brutal headaches. When she could feel one coming on, she took an aspirin and then set a timer for 15 minutes. Why the timer? I asked. To remind me to pause and appreciate that I’m not in pain, she said. I

Let’s DO This!

It’s a beautiful day to get out and vote, as countless many have done before us.

What to Do With That Nervous Pre-Election Energy

There is great temptation to look for comfort in the news. “Oh, if I just scroll a little longer, I might find what I’m looking for." But that’s a bit like going to the hardware store for milk, isn’t it? The news isn’t designed to

The Antidote to What’s Wrong in the World

The volunteers stood in bright October chill with flannel, LL Bean vests, and Dunkin mugs that whispered steam into the autumn morning. These folks could have been eating cider donuts in an orchard somewhere. Or putting hoses away and cutting back their hostas. Or going to a Patriots pre-game

Extra Cole Slaw and Other Magic We Can Make for Democracy Today

After I got the parking space, blessed the parking app with permission to charge me $5 dollars, checked the time to ensure I had enough of it, I walked into Kinko's to pick up a print job. The curly-haired woman at the counter brought me the cardstock

Democracy At Its Best!

On a cloudless October Sunday, I walked up to a barn in Maine’s rural western foothills with a couple of camp chairs. The barn was filled with many people who were new to me. But most all of them had been loved by a veterinarian. A veterinarian who had

A Joyous Interlude in a Harsh Season

Several Decembers ago, my father had the idea to write JOY in rope lighting on the kitchen fence. Actually creating JOY turned out to be less JOYful: my fingers went numb, the twisty ties were too short, and despite multiple attempts, it came out looking like JOF. After we wrestled

A Simple Democracy Need We Can Easily Meet

Saturday, I turned away from the election coverage, the breaking alerts that mostly break our focus, and I cleaned out the basement. For me, this cleaning falls into two buckets. There’s the easier organization of tossing out brittle paint brushes, gathering the multiple cans of WD40 in multiple different