Looking for something to do on Friday night? You can sit on a blanket in a high meadow, sharing blueberries while you’re waiting for a new play to begin. You can dance to live bluegrass and African blues.
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How can women stand together now?
I am watching the rain and trying to understand how to write to you today. How can I talk with you about spring gardens and baby animals when the country is debating whether I and 166 million women should have the right to live full, strong lives — should have the right to live?
We are talking about the right to privacy. We are talking about all of us having places in our lives that belong to us. We are talking about women living in our own bodies, feeling wholly ourselves — feeling alive in our own minds, confident and charged — so that we can make lives that withstand hard times and then open to the sun, and we can welcome people in, our families, friends and communities.May 4, 2022 How can women stand together now?
Have you ever held a newborn lamb?
It’s 40 degrees and raining, salamander weather, and I’d like to be slopping around in the glorious, raw New England spring. The trees are knobbled with leaf buds and catkins, and the azalea by my front door has opened its first petals in the raw weather.
Not long ago, Bill Mangiardi at Hancock Shaker Village handed me a new lamb. Her wool was dense and still tightly curled, and I held her like a puppy, tucking a hand under her small back feet.April 27, 2022 Have you ever held a newborn lamb?
Live music converges from across the world
… How can I describe it for you — how the sitar can fill the hall, taut and tenor? Hidayat Kahn seems to sit listening and quiet and then shift a finger on a wide fret and send a current through the music.
And the tones, the intervals, the rhythms are all new to me. I don’t have the words for them yet. The music has its own language, and I’ve only begun to hear it. But I can feel it. When the melody instruments are pairing up, responding to each other, and then the drums pick up all at once and everyone comes in together — the energy lifts and crests, and the tabla shifts its tone as Nitin Mitta shifts the angle of his hands.April 6, 2022 Live music converges from across the world