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WATERSHED

WATERSHED

What was possible?  Some thought everything. Each of us had our plans. I laugh at my May calendar. We gazed as the maw of “The Possible” broke into a sardonic grin. Cracked wide open – its yawning depths, its dark secrets, all that we’d obscured with...
HOPE JUST AIN’T ENOUGH

HOPE JUST AIN’T ENOUGH

At the dawn of a new decade, as I find myself simultaneously reflecting backward and forward in time, the word which keeps repeating in my head is hope. Hope, a signature word for the Obama era, now seems woefully inadequate to the task ahead. We can’t hope our way...