It’s a world of laughter A world of tears It’s a world of hopes And a world of fears There’s so much that we share That it’s time we’re aware It’s a small world after all It’s Sunday and I’m doing the not-work-work kinds of activities I usually do on Sundays (work-work meaning both North Fourth things and writing The Book. Laundry; a big breakfast of fried potatoes, scrambled egg, toast and… Read More

But first the prologue. When I posted this mundane picture and wrote what is basically a book recommendation, it was February 2020 and Covid-19 had just been reported as an issue of international concern. I certainly wasn’t worried however; I had managed to make it through my “year of becoming old-old” and felt inspired enough to slog on for awhile. Family and work were fine; trips were planned…what could possible go wrong…. Read More

I was ready to move ahead with the next ‘DNA’ post about my much admired Norwegian cousins—the post with pictures of them and small stories of how happy I am to be connected to the Nesets of Norway. And then I started thinking of how politically and personally awkward it feels to brag about my ancestry, which is ‘white people’ ancestry, at this time of rampant US racism, xenophobia, and white nationalism…. Read More