Seventeen-year-old Delaney Moran is trying to make it on her own but panic attacks threaten to undermine her independence. Luella, a determined social worker, and Murray, the owner of a music store, want to help her but in doing so, they uncover a secret from her past.
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There has been so much confusion and misinformation about COVID-19 vaccination eligibility and availability in our area. Of the five W’s, only the “what” and “why” have been answered. It’s the “who,” “where” and “when” that remain elusive. My 90-year-old father is in generally good health, both mentally and physically, except for his diabetes. He […]
Remember being a young child in the days leading up to Valentine’s Day? You may have decorated a brown paper lunch bag with bold red hearts that you’d carefully cut out of construction paper with your safety scissors. The bag would be taped to the front edge of your desk—a hopeful receptacle for the 30 […]
To borrow a couple of lines from Amanda Gorman’s striking inaugural poem The Hill We Climb: It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit, it’s the past we step into and how we repair it I’d only recently become aware of the conversation around capitalizing the “b” in the word “black” in […]
Thoughts on Fishing
My junior high school English teacher asked each of her students to find a poem and bring it to class. Flipping through the pages of my parents’ Viking Book of Poetry, I settled on “The Fish” by Elizabeth Bishop. In exquisite detail, she portrays an ancient, grandfatherly fish that could fight no more. Old hooks and pieces of line were embedded in his jaw but what I remember most was the sadness and surrender she described in his eyes as she held him half out of the water alongside the boat, before letting him go. Her poem resonated with me in an almost visceral way because I’d often gone fishing alone or with my father.