Rituals, such as using sharp knives to poke holes in orange gourds on the last day of October, bind us together in community.
		
		Rituals, such as using sharp knives to poke holes in orange gourds on the last day of October, bind us together in community.
		Celebrating spring and community in the woods, with stops for refreshments.
		Given the firehose of outrages spewing from Washington, I feel I should take to the streets in protest, but I wouldn’t know what to write on my cardboard sign.
		A commemorative plate, my first vote, my mother at Jimmy Carter’s inaugural, Bob’s undergrad, and carrying the trash.
		When you zone in on the important things, nothing else matters.