Merry Christmas
I intentionally reserved this space for this day to wish you a Merry Christmas. But this weekend, I joined with other friends to say goodbye to an old friend who passed without ever getting the kind of recognition she deserved for her brilliance and talent as a writer. Mary Beth Ostlund-Wood could have done anything with her life and, in reality, gave a whole lot of things a good hard try. She was a reader, a researcher and a thinker. Her heart, bigger than the room in which I write at this moment, despaired for what was wrong with this world and celebrated what was right. Years ...