CAMBRIDGE, Mass.: A midsummer morning’s dream

Maybe it’s the influence of reading Gothic literature during the first week of summer school… Or a byproduct of wandering streets in a quirky, historical town… Or perhaps, the after-effects of completing a circuit on the labyrinth (it was at a divinity school, after all)… I’ll give my granddaughters credit. Their beliefs have cast a spell,…

The mental illness next door

From the street, the house appears stately—generously-sized, but not McMansion steroidal. The entryway, circular drive and two car garage seem classy. A fenced yard safeguards an in-ground pool and surrounds a swing set, shed, patios and walkways. Moving closer dispels the favorable first impression. As you approach, inconsistencies surface: patio boards are splintered, paint on…

Pausing to remember who we are

Why would anyone need to take time out to figure out who they are. How silly. Of course, I know who I am. My wallet has a military ID card and VA driver’s license and if needed, I can produce a passport for identification. TSA certainly wouldn’t let me through airport security, if my documents…