Don’t bother trying to recognize the man in the old photo standing proudly before the Capitol in Washington D.C. His name is Mike Michaelson and he was my uncle.

One summer, about nine years ago, when my daughter was three years old and the Rev. Raphael Warnock came for his annual visit, she grabbed him by the hand.

If only Man would give way/ as peacefully/ as night gives way to day.

A good fishing partner is as invaluable as a key to the gate at Quansoo.

We are gathered on the porch, exchanging presents, sharing some champagne and crackers too.