Every Good Morning

In Belfast, Northern Ireland in late December of 1972 as many as eight men shoved their way into the apartment of Jean McConville, a 37-year-old widow and mother who had just stepped out of her bath. They ordered her to dress and come with them. All but two of the men were masked. Jean’s oldest son recognized the unmasked men as neighbors. One man carried a handgun. All 10 of […]

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm Bob Dylan, Shelter From the Storm The maniac keeps tweet-screeching and attending assemblies of the love struck, news outlets keep up with it all at ear-cracking decibels,  the seas are eating […]

“But I reckon I got to light out for the territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can’t stand it. I been there before” Two houses are going into the fields next door. From what I could find out, those fields have been open for over two hundred years. We could once walk the ridge from Warwick Furnace coming […]

They bake cakes, pies, biscuits, patisserie, and concoctions of flour and eggs I have never encountered and cannot pronounce. They do all this in a white tent on a rented, posh UK estate in a place of bees, often rain, and a green lawn that surrounds them like something out of our dreams of paradise. A pair of judges, Paul Hollywood, a name I would not ask you to believe […]