A World Without Pete

When I heard that Pete Seeger had died, I felt like I’d lost an era of my own political life.   In the mid-1970s, I was part of a large audience in Minneapolis that fell in love with the singer and his songs.  We all know that the Hudson River would have died...

Emily’s Envelopes

In a review of a new book discussing Emily Dickinson’s 52 poems written on envelopes or parts thereof, Holland Cotter notices that some of these seem to match words to the shape of the paper.  He speaks of one about “The way/Hope builds his/House”...

A Few Good Men

For the past few decades, most new books I’ve read have been written by women.  There have been, of course, the occasional exception, e.g., Charles Frazer’s Cold Mountain, Mark Doty’s Heaven’s Coast, and more recently, Edmund DeWaal’s The Hare with Amber Eyes.  A...

Happy Birthday, Jesus

I just set up the crèche in my living room, an act that gives me tremendous pleasure every December.  Creches are supposed to focus on the manger scene with Mary and Joseph looking down on a crib housing the baby Jesus.  Usually, creches include the 3 magi with their...

Sharing My Memoir

Earlier this week, I had the first public reading from my new memoir, Into the Paradox. The audience was attentive and responsive, asking me hard questions about how I manage to belong to a Catholic church, given my self-definitions. My response was rather lame:  I...