On this 25th anniversary of 9-11, I share a post and a poem, both written 10 years after 9-11. May the memories of all those lost -- that day or months or years afterwards because of that day -- be a blessing. “Those god-awful towers,” my father said in disgust. He wasn’t alone: we all thought they were wicked ugly, too big, and besides, they would and did block the light from our neck of the woods, three blocks away, never mind that we were underground. Down the steps to the

In the last few weeks, a herd of the lionhearted have died. This wild combination includes the goddess of country music, the sage of earth-centric prose and poetry, and the icon of feminism in word and deed, namely Dolly Parton, Wendell Berry, and Gloria Steinem. (Had I world enough and time, I could also write about Tim Curry, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, and Robin Morgan, to name a few, who have also died recently.) "The gift goes on," writer Lewis Hyde wrote in his book, The Gif