Author Archives: soulmailing

The Master of the Mystic Arts has arrived in the 21st Century, just in time to save the world from its dark forces. When my daughter, Emily, gleefully informed me that a Dr. Strange movie was finally going to be … Continue reading →

My tree is perhaps the prettiest it’s ever been, a perfect little Fraser fir plucked off the corner lot across from Meijer. It glows quietly this morning, its white and blue lights winking where Andrea thoughtfully draped them. My beloved Jumping … Continue reading →

As the days grow darker, longer, I have to remind myself: the light is coming. By this I don’t mean just the Winter Solstice, Dec. 21 for us this year, when the longest night of the year gets things as … Continue reading →

Jammin’ at Founders (photo by Cheryl  Thompson Schuch)  The week started loud, like I like it. Feedback 2014: What a blast. The Honeytones’ 20th anniversary gig to benefit Access, its food pantries and anti-poverty programs was every bit as glorious … Continue reading →

Winter ice has encased my house. It hangs from my gutters like tinsel on a Christmas tree or stalactites in a cave, dripping in columns up to 10 feet long. Unless they melt away today I will be imprisoned. Last … Continue reading →

So I recently looked up my daughter on the website of State University of New York-Canton, the upstate New York school where she teaches. I wanted to see if she had a photo of herself in the faculty listing yet. … Continue reading →

In the last light of day On my tree-lined street The leaves are changing color The breeze is stirring them mysteriously And everything looks a little brighter Even as it fades away. Like the last few sips of wine in … Continue reading →

Labor Day 2014: The air is warm and moist, with just enough occasional breeze to slightly stir my American flag. The undercurrent sounds of crickets, birds and a train whistle remind me I’m not working. But tomorrow I will be. … Continue reading →

“You name it, the world is aflame,” a former national security aide recently told The New York Times. Calling the world “a very tangled mess,” Gary Samore said it’s more than your garden-variety complicated place for U.S. foreign policy. “What’s … Continue reading →

It is the cool of a summer morning. Mid-July. My slippers are soaked from walking through dew-drenched grass to feed the birds, who now feast on the seed I poured them in Andrea’s backyard. A blue jay’s caw pierces the … Continue reading →