As I write this, there is a new Occupant in the White House—my White House, the one I inherited when I was born a citizen, the place that my family and my ancestors have looked to and protected since the day Thomas Jefferson moved in in 1801. This Occupant is moving in because of a…

As a child, one of my favorite books was The King’s Stilts. Unlike Sam I Am or The Cat in the Hat, this may be a Seuss book you haven’t met  (Indeed, Wikipedia says its initial sales were “a disappointment.”  Perhaps in 1939, people did not welcome pointed lessons about the evil nibbling at their roots.) so…

No matter what goes on here on the ground, looking up is always spectacular. Even without a super-moon.

The last two blog posts I’ve talked about shock and its treatment. I’ve been incredibly moved by the comments you’ve posted. Has any other election ever brought a reaction like this? Sure I felt depressed when Bush was handed the election by the Supreme Court, and angry, but weeping? Terror? No. As Joyce, living overseas, says…

Part of my recovery process the day after the election was pottering in the sun. I had several long-neglected pots of Christmas cactus, that had got badly choked with grass and oxalis.  Some weeks ago (okay, months)  I’d bought a long wooden planter intending to put them all in that. Also, of course, by now…