What is Hanukkah?” That is how the Talmud opens its discussion of the holiday.

It’s evening time and the deer family awaits me. I carry their food to the circle of hoof prints Lying at the foot of Thunder Hill.

The birth of Jesus is one of the best known stories in the western world.

There was no text on Christmas. Nothing on New Year’s Day. Or on my birthday. No back and forth the night of the Super Bowl. Or when the Boston Celtics clinched their 18th title.

My family and I first visited Martha’s Vineyard 16 years ago. At the time, we had two young children: one and three years old.

America is a chameleon / Forever adapting, morphing / Caught between what it is / And what it yearns to be / “Isms” coexist with dogmas.