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Mary Todd Lincoln had three of her sons die in her lifetime, the fourth had her committed, and, if that is not enough, she was holding her husband’s hand when he was fatally shot. During all of this, she was derided as a spendthrift,… Continue Reading “There Would be No Tea with Mary Todd Lincoln”
Several years ago, a Native American friend lost two of her grown children to suicide. They died within thirty-three days of each other. It was a tragedy of monumental proportions with a grief cloud so large and so dense that people only tangentially related… Continue Reading “Ignorance Needn’t Be Permanent”
Tonight, we are watching the last 56 episodes of The Roosevelts on PBS. This is a fascinating series tracing the history of the Roosevelts from Teddy to FDR and throwing in lots about the women they loved and then didn’t. It’s narrated by Peter… Continue Reading “Twenty Down and Fifty-Six to Go: The Roosevelts”
Tonight, I learned the meaning of the word fetch, used as a noun, to describe the growing power of wind and waves. This is especially pertinent to a lover of Lake Superior who is frequently at a loss to describe the lake’s extraordinary drama.… Continue Reading “The Gales of November”
4 of 18 When Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed 45 years ago today in plain daylight, standing on the balcony of a motel, not hurting anyone, just standing there unarmed, unthreatening, with his colleagues nearby, and a city surrounding him, it was the… Continue Reading “April 4, 1968”
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