On Livy, Money & Power

This post was originally published on Plumfield Academy’s blog. —————- This text from Livy was the basis of a recent discussion by 5th & 6th graders at Plumfield:             Now the sons of Ancus, since they had been grown to manhood, had taken it ill that Tarquin had been preferred … Continue reading

Pick Me!

The eager cry of a child’s “Pick me!” has the power to stir anxiety as well as anticipation in the hearts of young and old alike. The scene that unfolded on the green hills at Plumfield a few weeks ago was no exception. The boy wiggled, his little body in constant motion. “Pick me! Pick … Continue reading

Is “Every Generation an Island”?

* This post originally appeared on Plumfield Academy’s blog. * ——————– “AS SUMMER DRAWS TO A CLOSE, we prepare for some obvious changes: shorter days, cooler temperatures, a significant drop in ice cream consumption. But another change takes place as well, something whose consequences most of us don’t ordinarily think about. Grown-ups return to work, where … Continue reading

Palm Sunday

Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord! Words week after week, sometimes sung, and usually with hands up, down and across – Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Those words ring out today, hundreds of voices proclaiming and waving palms, re-living that day. We are that crowd, hungry for Someone and … Continue reading

Bike Ride

C’mon, Mommy! My limbs, awkward and unused, lacking a youthful litheness I once took for granted, gently obey. I balance tippy toe, and the bike wobbling underneath, patiently waits for me to settle. My hands grip the handlebars and suddenly it’s my fifteen year old hands holding tight and I’m off to visit Grandma Jeanne’s. … Continue reading


Your little voice stops cold my fast steps. Standing, alone and hurt, your bike fallen to one side and big tears welling up. Kneeling, I face the tenderness that is you and I see beauty, where mommy can make the world right. Suddenly our walk slows down and I, present to time together witness the … Continue reading

Bedtime on a Sunday

The house itself sighs into the quiet. Appliances cease their whirring, tumbling, cleansing, their constant working finally at a rest. Carpets worn from the traffic of little feet running, kneeling, playing a family in motion, now lie proudly displaying criss-crossing vacuum lines. Bunk bed holds curiosity and kindness, two little bodies snuggled together, while bins … Continue reading


                                                      Five sentinels, lining the countertop in paper bag perfection, bearing and guarding proof of your devotion. Crimson petals peek from atop the brown handles, doubled to prevent driveway … Continue reading


I imagine “VICTORY!” a runner worn by the effort, yet doggedly crossing the finish line, the ribbon breaking and arms waving in triumph, confetti and cheers littering the air. It’s not so easy to see “VICTORY!” when the same bills come month after month and the same dishes fill the sink day after day, when … Continue reading

Eyes to see

what counts as a miracle these days? waking up is so ordinary blinking, groggy, blurry can’t see the alarm clock, or even to find my glasses on the nightstand. every morning the same – not seeing. perhaps the miracle is the fix. sixty odd years of blinking. groggy, blurry and knowing the snooze button by … Continue reading