It’s probably growing in your yard already and you’ve been striving to rid the lawn of it. You might be glad it’s there if you get stung!
My Brave New World
Up until now, my creative efforts have been tucked in at the edges of life …
Contemplating the Brave New World Being Built as We Speak
All of the realizations each of us experience are going to have a profound impact on our post-Covid world. I can’t help speculating about how things will shake out.
The Darkest Season: Solstice
What happens if we are cut off at this season from the noise and laughter. What if we are alone come Winter Solstice or Christmas or Hanukah or Kwanzaa or …
Being Alive During the 60s
“I wonder what it was like to be around in the 60,” he said casually, peering at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’m taking this history class . . .” Not an active question. I tried to respond, but I couldn’t pull together a meaningful response. So I started thinking about it…
Summer solstice: the season of light
… and heat … There seems to be a lot more subtlety about winter solstice. There is the darkness through which we must search for meaning. There is the hoping and looking forward to the returning of the light. But with the summer solstice it seems like everything is just out there: open and on…
The Right Way and Other Right Way
Each of us has a unique approach to acting in the world. Mine may be different from yours, but maybe both have value.
Going into Darkness
Darkness takes away the surfaces of things. It takes away appearances and leaves behind the mystery. Those who manipulate appearances are left bereft in the night. With the surfaces gone, with the appearances gone, all that is left is the truth. We like the appearances and the illusion because they are easy to grasp. They…
The Nature of Power, or, Why Morticia Addams is My Role Model
It means admiring Morticia Addams as she follows the beat of her own eccentric drummer. It means standing (like Morticia) outside of normal with compassion for the attempts of others to be normal.
A Beautiful Woman
This article was among the top ten favorites on the old version of my website. It is reproduced here with minor edits. The first Sikh I ever met was in the book Sara Crewe which was an abridged version of A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. In it the Sikh servant of the sickly old man next door transforms…
Jinjer Stanton 