Last night was opening night of Carthage’s production of an uncommonly powerful and moving musical called “Spring Awakening” - a show that I sort of expected to and almost wanted to hate, believe it or not, but which in fact I found pretty hard to resist. I kind of wanted to hate the show -
Isn’t this an interesting and somewhat disconcerting sight? It reminds me of the children’s chorus from Engelbert Humperdinck’s opera Hansel & Gretel, right after the evil witch is thrown into her own oven, which then explodes - which in turn brings into view all of the children she has captured- who are in a strange
Is anybody else ready for April to be over? I am. And so, evidently, is the forlorn-looking puppy staring out from this calendar, hanging in the West Ridge Nursing Home room of our friend Henrietta Welch. Between the terrible tragedy at the Boston Marathon, the hospitalization of several different friends, Income Tax Day (once again,
As I visited our 99-year-old Henrietta Welch at Ridgewood nursing home today, I spotted this partly-constructed puzzle on one of the tables in the lobby, and there was something about the bright colors and the big “NICE” at the top of it which really caught my eye - and I just had to snap this
I have just spent the last couple of days back in one of my former hometowns, Atlantic, Iowa- where my family lived from 1974 to 1980 Those were the years I was in high school and starting college... the years in which my religious faith became more than just something passed on from my parents
