Duck Hunting 101

On the last day of 2012, I rolled out of bed at 5 am and began to get ready. Long johns, thermal undershirt, military surplus fleece pants, another thermal undershirt, two pairs of socks, a fleece pullover, and finally my hunting jacket, ski cap, balaclava, and gloves. This may sound like an abundance of clothing, suitable, perhaps, for an expedition to the North Pole. As it turned out, I would be sadly under dressed for the morning’s pursuit: duck hunting in the North Atlantic.Read more…

Living With Horror

I cannot help anyone if I’m in a state of constant outrage. I am not making the world a better place if my heart rate is twenty beats per minute above normal. I am not making my children safer by worrying about them. I am not sharing in the pain of the parents of Newtown any more just because I’m being constantly reminded of it on CNN. I am not participating in the shared sadness of our nation just because I see the same images replayed on the screen all day long. None of these things deepen my experience. Instead, they detract from it. Read more…