A good day for interpretive dance.

Dear Hope Nation, Today is the day we begin our journey into the Land of After. The journey across the Sea of During seemed endless, and some of us thought After was imaginary. The quarantine/sheltering-at-home/isolation/call-it-what-you-will seemed it would last forever. We’d all end up with some form of sea madness, starve in our homes or…

We will make mistakes

Dear Hope Nation, The journey is over. We are pulling into After. Hope for New Hampshire Recovery is reopening weekdays from 3-7 pm beginning next Monday. Read on for all the details, but before you do, let me say congratulations to all of you. You made it across rough seas with few folks falling overboard…

Big News is Coming

Dear Hope Nation, For the last 107 days, I’ve written you daily, sometimes about serious matters, sometimes about recovery, sometimes simply silly musings of an old man. From the beginning, I’ve used the metaphor of a ship’s crossing of a sea. These letters can be seen, in a sense, as a ship’s log, at least…

Do Ghosts Have a Life Span?

Dear Hope Nation, I’m lucky. I’m lucky enough. I’m lucky enough to live. I’m lucky enough to live in the country. I’m lucky enough to live in the country, outside of Manchester’s light pollution. My daughter is gone for the week, I don’t have the attention span to watch television or videos and Lucy loves…

A Self Portrait of Sorts

Dear Hope Nation, Regular readers of these letters know I’m but half educated. The half I know is the humanities—literature, art, history, sociology, etc. Of the other half–hard science, math, engineering—I am blissfully ignorant. This overwhelming focus on human beings and how they communicate/coexist/live would have come as a surprise to my elementary-school teachers, because…

Mixed feelings over mixed messages

Dear Hope Nation, There’s no accounting for taste. Once every week or so, I devote this letter to quotations on various subjects. Some of you absolutely love the respite from news about Hope or thoughts on recovery. I’ve gotten many emails and seen some Facebook posts filled with gushery over these letters. On the other…

The Catalyzing Event

Dear Hope Nation, Part Three of Three Anyone who’s read Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past, now apparently translated as In Search of Lost Time, remembers his madeleine, with memories springing forth from just a crumb of that pastry. There’s a madeleine in today’s letter, but you may be surprised what it is. I’ve been thinking…

Happy Fourth

Dear Hope Nation, Happy Fourth of July! Part Three of the Series will come tomorrow. For today, a special letter. Two-Thousand-Twenty is one of those glorious years when Independence Day falls on the 4th of July, so we get to celebrate two holidays at once! Whether today includes picnics, fireworks, swimming or sitting in front…