I love feeding the birds, especially in winter. For years I have faithfully kept the suet and seed feeders full for the many varieties of wild birds, large and small, that regularly visit them.
This year marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of my father, Carl Antonelli, 1922–2005. One of the things I miss most about my father is what a gifted storyteller he was. …
The borderlands can be dangerous places
whether between nations or inside our minds.
Self-doubt and illogic may soon become persuasive
subverting the acuity an honest question provides.
The outcast, the angry, and the sorely aggrieved
may seek support from those who share their views. …
A cat feels no guilt
for doing what a cat does
choosing its own way
If I ever return in this epoch-cycle-of-life-and- death, I want to come back as a cat. Not just any cat, mind you, but as a pampered and much-loved house cat, that most complacent of creatures.
I was taking a walk in a small public park yesterday. As I walked briskly along, I passed close to a group of school-age children, three boys and a girl, playing a pick-up game of baseball.
The boy at bat stood listlessly as a perfectly-pitched ball crossed the plate. The…