This is the season of winnowing. The wind-scoured streets and what stubbornly remains remind us that we are all just — yes — hanging on. Winter is a test for […]

It is the darkness itself that is so humbling, so profound — pitch black and dark as death. Driving through Truro on a January night, there is an otherwise lunar […]

We are in a cold time. Everything is brittle and liable to breakage. Despair comes so easily. A few days ago, it was warmer, but still we were pummeled. The […]