Wednesday, July 8, 2026

The 5:00 A.M. Negotiations

Do you ever wake up and think, I really don’t want to deal with today? That’s how I felt this morning. If it weren’t for Isabella, I probably would have slept in. Of course, she had other ideas because breakfast wasn’t going to serve itself.

I think she has finally gotten the message that I’m not getting out of bed before 5:00 a.m. She still makes a halfhearted attempt to wake me around 4:00, but lately she gives up pretty quickly. Instead, she climbs on top of me and waits, making sure she’s in the perfect position for the moment I finally get up. I’m not sure how she knows it’s 4:00 every morning. Sometimes I swear she can read a clock.

I do know why 5:00 a.m. is the point where her patience runs out. That’s when a light in my living automatically comes on every morning. To Isabella, that light means, “Human, breakfast time has officially arrived.”

Well, I’m up now, and she’s fed.

The good news is that she seems to be feeling much better. I haven’t heard her cough in over a week, and she’s acting like her normal, happy self again. I’m very thankful that her asthma appears to be under control. I’m still planning to go ahead with her echocardiogram at the end of the month. Even though she seems healthy again, I want the peace of mind of knowing everything is okay.

I hope all of you have a wonderful day!




Tuesday, July 7, 2026

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Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?


Shall I Compare The to a Summer’s Day?

By William Shakespeare

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


About the Poem

If I had to choose a favorite sonnet, it would be this one. I have loved Sonnet 18 since I was a student, and it became one of my favorite poems to teach. It is one of those rare works that is both beautifully written and remarkably accessible. Even readers who are intimidated by Shakespeare often find themselves drawn into its simple but profound central idea.

Most people remember the opening line, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” But the poem is not really about comparing someone to summer. In fact, Shakespeare quickly argues that summer is an inadequate comparison. Summer is unpredictable. It can be too hot, too windy, or too brief. Every beautiful thing eventually fades.

The person addressed in the poem, however, will not.

Of course, Shakespeare does not mean that his beloved will never grow old or die. Instead, he makes a bold claim about the power of poetry itself. Through these “eternal lines,” the beloved’s beauty is preserved. As long as people continue to read the poem, the beloved continues to live in the imagination of each new generation.

There is also another reason this sonnet has remained meaningful to many LGBTQ+ readers. Although Shakespeare never identifies the beloved’s gender within the poem itself, Sonnet 18 is part of the collection commonly known as the Fair Youth sequence. These sonnets are addressed to a young man, making them among the most famous expressions of affection between men in English literature. Whether one interprets them as romantic, platonic, or deliberately ambiguous, they remind us that love, admiration, and beauty have always existed in many forms throughout history.

More than four hundred years later, Shakespeare’s prediction has proven true. Countless generations have read these lines, memorized them, taught them, and fallen in love with them. His beloved remains immortal—not because time stood still, but because great art can outlast time itself.

Sonnet 18 was first published in 1609 as part of Shakespeare’s collection of 154 sonnets. It is written in the traditional Shakespearean sonnet form: fourteen lines of iambic pentameter with the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.

The poem begins as a comparison between the beloved and a summer’s day but quickly overturns the comparison by arguing that nature’s beauty is temporary. The closing couplet delivers one of the most famous conclusions in English literature, asserting that poetry grants a kind of immortality by preserving beauty across generations.

Today, Sonnet 18 remains one of the best-known and most frequently taught poems in the English language.


About the Poet

William Shakespeare is widely regarded as one of the greatest writers in the English language. Born in 1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon, he wrote approximately thirty-nine plays, 154 sonnets, and several narrative poems.

His works explore timeless themes of love, ambition, jealousy, forgiveness, mortality, and the complexity of human nature. Four centuries after his death, Shakespeare’s plays continue to be performed around the world, and his poetry remains a cornerstone of English literature.

The sonnets, in particular, have inspired generations of readers because of their emotional depth and enduring questions about beauty, love, time, and memory. Among them, Sonnet 18 stands as perhaps the clearest expression of Shakespeare’s belief that while human life is fleeting, great poetry has the power to preserve what we cherish long after we are gone.

Monday, July 6, 2026

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Slow Start to the Week

I almost forgot to write a blog post this morning. Even though I got a full eight hours of sleep last night, I still feel like I could easily crawl back into bed. Unfortunately, it’s a workday, so I need to get up, get moving, and get ready for work. Hopefully, a hot shower and a cup of coffee will help wake me up.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Monday and a great week ahead!

Sunday, July 5, 2026

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Seen and Known

“Can anyone hide in secret places so that I cannot see him?” declares the Lord. “Do not I fill heaven and earth?” declares the Lord. 

— Jeremiah 23:24

For many LGBTQ+ people, the closet is not simply a place of secrecy. It can be a place of survival. Some remain closeted because they fear rejection from family, church, or community. Others may face threats to their safety, employment, housing, or relationships. Many LGBTQ+ Christians know this struggle all too well, carrying a part of themselves in silence while trying to remain faithful to God.

When people speak about coming out, they often present it as the only path to authenticity and freedom. While coming out can be a beautiful and life-giving experience, not everyone is in a position to do so. Every person’s circumstances are different, and no one should be judged for the decisions they make about their own safety and well-being.

What Jeremiah reminds us is that whether we are out, closeted, questioning, or somewhere in between, God sees us.

“Can anyone hide in secret places so that I cannot see him?” God is not speaking words of condemnation here. Rather, God is reminding us that there is nowhere we can go where God is absent. There is no hidden corner of our lives beyond God’s sight, care, and love.

The psalmist echoes this truth:

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?” (Psalm 139:7).

Even in our most private fears and struggles, God remains with us. God knows the parts of ourselves we share openly and the parts we guard closely. Nothing about us is hidden from God—not our hopes, our fears, our relationships, our questions, or our identity.

And what God sees, God loves.

Romans 8:38-39 reminds us:

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers… will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Not even a closet can separate us from God’s love.

For those who have come out, God sees your courage.

For those who cannot come out, God sees your struggle.

For those who are still discerning what authenticity looks like in their lives, God sees your journey.

Jesus tells us that God knows us completely, even down to the number of hairs on our heads (Luke 12:7). The God who knows us so intimately does not abandon us because others fail to understand us.

Whether you are publicly out or carrying your truth quietly for now, remember this: you are not invisible to God. You do not have to earn God’s love by being brave enough, outspoken enough, or visible enough. God’s love reaches you exactly where you are.

You are seen.

You are known.

You are loved.

Friday, July 3, 2026

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The Bed Is Calling

Happy Independence Day weekend to all of my friends in the United States! I hope everyone has a safe, fun, and relaxing holiday, whether you’re spending it with family, watching fireworks, firing up the grill, or just enjoying a long weekend.

As for me, I’m taking full advantage of having the day off. Isabella has already made sure she got her breakfast, so my responsibilities for the morning are officially complete. Now my bed is calling, and I fully intend to answer. Sleeping in sounds like the perfect way to start the holiday weekend.

Have a wonderful Fourth of July! πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ 

Thursday, July 2, 2026

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Fireworks, Family, and Summer Memories

Severe thunderstorms rolled through the area last night. I was afraid we’d lose electricity because it flickered several times. Between the thunder and the lightning, I didn’t sleep well and was awakened repeatedly until the storms finally moved on. The weatherman said this morning that there were nearly 23,000 lightning strikes in the area overnight. I’m just glad the worst of it is behind us. Unfortunately, we’re expecting another hot, humid, and sunny day today.

The good news is that this is my last workday of the week. We have tomorrow off for Independence Day. Since I didn’t mention it yesterday, Happy Belated Canada Day to my friends to the north!

For my friends here in the United States, do you have any plans for the Fourth of July?

Growing up, my family always celebrated with a big barbecue. We’d have ribs, baked beans, coleslaw, potato salad, and enough side dishes and desserts to feed an army. My Grandmama would make fresh-squeezed lemonade, and sometime in the afternoon we’d either cut into a cold watermelon or churn homemade ice cream—sometimes both. Family would come from all over Alabama and Florida to spend the day together, and those who stayed the night would gather outside to shoot off fireworks after dark.

Those Fourth of July celebrations are some of my favorite summer memories.

Wednesday, July 1, 2026

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Beating the Heat

Vermont has largely been spared from the heat that has been affecting Europe and much of the rest of North America, but it seems summer has finally caught up with us. I hate the heat. It’s one of the reasons I love living in Vermont. I’d much rather be cold than hot and sweaty.

There’s an old saying among people who dislike hot weather: “You can always put on enough clothes to stay warm, but you can’t (legally) take off enough clothes to stay cool.” That’s only partly true in Vermont. Public nudity is actually legal here unless a municipality has an ordinance prohibiting it. Of course, just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Besides, I think my neighbors would much rather see me fully clothed. The real Vermont solution is to head for the cold waters of Lake Champlain or one of our many beautiful mountain lakes, ponds, or rivers. Even on the hottest days, they’ll cool you off a lot faster than taking your clothes off.

Today’s forecast calls for a high of 96° in Burlington, with temperatures expected to reach 100° tomorrow. Add in the humidity, and the heat index—the “feels like” temperature—could range from 95° to 110° across parts of Vermont. That’s a level of heat we’re simply not accustomed to.

When I first moved to Vermont, I didn’t have an air conditioner, and those occasional hot spells could be downright miserable. I remember taking cold showers just to cool off enough to fall asleep. Thankfully, I have air conditioners now. I’m also grateful that I work in a climate-controlled museum, so I can spend much of the day somewhere cool, even when it’s sweltering outside.

If you’re dealing with this heat wave, stay hydrated, stay in the shade or air conditioning when you can, and most importantly, stay cool, everybody!

😎

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

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A Nation’s Strength

A Nation’s Strength 

By William Ralph Emerson

What makes a nation’s pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?

It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.

Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.

And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.

Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor’s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.

Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly…
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.


About the Poem 

As we prepare to celebrate the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, I’ve been looking back at American poetry that asks not simply what America is, but what America ought to be.

William Ralph Emerson’s A Nation’s Strength stood out to me because it asks a question that remains just as important today as it was when the poem was written: What makes a nation great?

The United States has never been perfect. The Declaration proclaimed equality as a self-evident truth, but equality was never fully realized at the nation’s founding. Enslaved people remained enslaved. Women were denied the vote. Property requirements limited political participation in many places. Native peoples were displaced. LGBTQ+ people were forced to live in silence, criminalized, pathologized, and denied basic recognition under the law. Throughout our history, every expansion of liberty has been met by resistance, and nearly every step forward has been followed by attempts to roll it back.

Yet the American story is also the story of people insisting that the nation live up to its own ideals.

American poetry tells that story remarkably well. Walt Whitman’s I Hear America Singing celebrated the dignity of workers and the promise of representative government, while We Two Boys Together Clinging quietly insisted that same-sex love also belonged in America. Langston Hughes answered Whitman with I, Too, claiming a place at America’s table for Black Americans. Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise proclaimed resilience against oppression. Emma Lazarus’s The New Colossus reimagined America as a refuge for immigrants. Joy Harjo’s Perhaps the World Ends Here reminds us that Indigenous voices have always been part of the American story. Audre Lorde’s A Litany for Survival reminds us that speaking—even when we are afraid—is itself an act of courage.

Together, these poets expand the meaning of America. Each asks us to widen the circle of who belongs. Each insists that the ideals expressed in 1776 belong to everyone.

That is why I chose William Ralph Emerson’s poem for this Independence Day. At a time when patriotism is too often confused with slogans, flags, or political loyalty, A Nation’s Strength reminds us that the true measure of a nation is something far less visible. It is found in people who value truth over convenience, justice over privilege, courage over fear, and hope over cynicism.

The United States has often fallen short of its own ideals. We still do. But those ideals are worth celebrating precisely because they continue to challenge us. America’s strength has never rested in its wealth or its military. Its greatest strength has always been its people—especially those who have dared to make the nation more faithful to its promise.

Perhaps that is the enduring lesson of Emerson’s poem. A nation is not made great by what it possesses, but by what its people choose to become.

A Nation’s Strength asks a deceptively simple question: What makes a nation great? Rather than pointing to wealth, military might, or national pride, William Ralph Emerson argues that a nation’s true foundation is the character of its people. Gold can be lost, armies can be defeated, and empires can crumble, but a people committed to truth, honor, courage, and perseverance provide a foundation that endures.

Although William Ralph Emerson was not himself a transcendentalist philosopher, the poem reflects several ideals associated with transcendentalism. Like his second cousin Ralph Waldo Emerson, he emphasizes that lasting greatness comes from moral character rather than material success or political power. In that sense, A Nation’s Strength is both a patriotic poem and a timeless meditation on civic virtue.

More than a century after it was written, its central question remains relevant. Every generation must decide whether a nation’s greatness is measured by what it owns, what it conquers, or how faithfully its people pursue justice, truth, and the common good.


About the Poet

William Ralph Emerson (1833–1917) was an American architect, writer, and poet. Although he is less well known than his famous second cousin, Ralph Waldo Emerson, he wrote a number of poems reflecting on civic life, character, and patriotism. His best-known poem, A Nation’s Strength, has been widely anthologized because of its enduring message that the true strength of a nation lies not in its wealth or military power but in the integrity and perseverance of its people.

While his poetry is rooted in the ideals of the nineteenth century, its message continues to resonate whenever Americans reflect on the meaning of citizenship, liberty, and the ongoing work of building a more perfect union.

Monday, June 29, 2026

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Rough Morning

When Isabella woke me up this morning, I was not ready to start the day. I got up long enough to feed her, then crawled right back into bed for a little while. Now I feel like I’m running behind and trying to catch up.

I’ve had a migraine since Wednesday night. At times it seems to ease up enough that I think it’s finally breaking, but then it comes right back. I’m heading to work today, but if I’m honest, I’d much rather turn off the alarm, pull the covers back over my head, and sleep for the rest of the morning. I’m hoping today is the day this migraine finally lets go.