Easter Dream

After reading The 900 Days: The Siege of Leningrad some time ago, Keith had told me a story about someone called the Diva, perhaps a ballet dancer or opera singer. Quite the star before the siege, petulant and seemingly impossible to please, she stayed in Leningrad...

Mentors

This week, I plan to visit with friends and former colleagues at Notre Dame Preparatory School in Towson, Maryland. Specifically, I have a meeting with members of the Guidance Department tasked with reformulating an online mentoring program, with which I was...

Rocks, Gravel, Sand and Water

Years ago, I received a forwarded email about a time-management story – did you get that one, too? Speaking to business students, the time-management expert used an illustration. He put fist-sized rocks in a large-mouth mason jar, and then, asking if it was full...

Greetings

As spring creeps up the mountainside to greet us at Vanaprastha, I think about the various ways we say hello and goodbye. A handshake or clasp, palms together as in prayer, a salute or touch, asking, “How are you?” or “Have you eaten?” or in parting, “Until next time”...

Where food comes from

Another weekend outing to Davis Creek Farm found us picking up a half hog, patting the mixed-breed hounds and chatting with young farmer Adam again. “Most people don’t understand where food comes from,” Adam said. “One time I was selling chickens at the Farmers’...