A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * There’s a place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]

A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park.  Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]

When a Bridge is a Roadside Cathedral & There’s Water Underneath: Day Eighteen

(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city.  Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge:  each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place.  And then I’m going to tell you about it.  If you want to follow my journey, start here.  Today is Day Eighteen.) Yesterday, […]