For more than five years, I wrote a weekly opinion column for The Perry County Times and its affiliated papers in southcentral Pennsylvania. I saw this as a way to give something back to the rural community where we have a little farm called Pencil Creek, but the columns become an important part of my writing rhythm. In the world of novel-writing, where six months’ work can vanish in an instant and completion dates are reckoned in years, it’s not a bad thing to have a weekly deadline.

From time to time, when I wrote on a topic of regional or national interest, I published one of these pieces in a larger newspaper, but mostly they’re a reflection of my state of mind in any given week. Not to mention a launching-pad for my curiosity!

Here’s a complete archive of my Op-Eds. There are over 300 of them. Perhaps you’ll find one or two that agree with you…

 

Goodnight Irene? No, Goodnight Katrina.

You could say that Hurricane Katrina, which roared up from the Gulf of Mexico in 2005 like an apocalyptic whirlwind, laying waste to city and country alike, was the Vietnam of American storms. There had been deadly and destructive storms before in this country, but...

Impressions of a Late Summer Storm

People will ask: where do your columns come from? Writing -- or, to put it another way, connecting the world around us to the world we carry inside -- is a mysterious process, but I can say a few things about how it happens for me. Often a column will start with a...

Why We Rub a Burn, and Other Adventures in Pain

This morning, I woke with a tedious sinus headache, along with a question, “What is pain, exactly?” The headache wasn’t hard to explain. This is high ragweed season. I happen to be severely allergic to ragweed, which means that my body mistakes the...

Mark Twain’s Thirty-Five Years of Perspiration

“Genius” is a word people use to describe a phenomenon beyond their understanding, a way of  knowing or creating that seems superhuman. But surely dogged persistence, the single-minded pursuit of a cherished idea or goal that spans years -- decades,...

Marrying Hearts and Minds at Bretton Woods

As a setting for a wedding, the Mount Washington Hotel in Bretton Woods, New Hampshire, is hard to beat. The main hotel is a magisterial white wood-framed lodge that looks like a luxury steamship run aground on a golf green. It’s the kind of resort with long...

Mile High Over Kitty Hawk

The dunes of North Carolina’s Outer Banks are a dramatic setting for a wedding. The whitecaps of the inrushing sea, whipped up by steady Atlantic trades, raise their ceaseless voices to the wind. Tight formations of pelicans patrol the skies. The constant...

Digging for Clams on Route 74

The mountains that border Perry County seem timeless, but as this summer’s earthquake reminded us, the landscape -- even here, among these placid hills -- is still under construction. In signs large and small, from subtle shifts in the bed of Shermans Creek to...

A Ticking Time Bomb With a Weakness for Fur

I made a bad decision last week. I walked the dog. Normally, I’m not the dog-walker, but the Ladies were out shopping. There was whining, followed by barking, followed by nudging and pawing. Those big sad basset hound eyes. Ugh. What can I say? I caved. I could...

The Irritating Seed of a Big Idea

Being a male of the species, I have to admit I’ve spent a lot of time on a succession plan for my genes. (I.e., chasing girls.) But human beings have nothing on plants. Ever since they took root on land hundreds of millions of years ago, plants have evolved...

Here’s a Wish: Stay Far, Far Away!

In the fall, as fresh infusions of Arctic air clear the skies, brushing away the soot and haze of summer and building up a pristine lens of high pressure, we like to bundle up, turn off the kitchen lights, and head out to the back deck. The lack of light pollution in...

Thanksgiving a la Facebook

Let me start with wishes for a happy Thanksgiving and a disclaimer: I’m not a huge fan of Facebook. I’ll admit to being as curious about other people as the next guy. When I’m over at a friend’s house, I often find myself lingering in the...

If the World Beats a Path to Your Door…

December, again. The days are short; skim-ice creeps across the little pond at night; the bed groans with comforters. The propane stove in the corner of the living room bursts to life every few minutes. Comfort food bubbles away on the stove. Seen from the outside,...

Going Over the Holidays in a Barrel

The run-up to the holidays is a great time for misery. Long check-out lines. Mind-boggling traffic jams. Endless boring conversations over criminally bland egg nog. And good luck if you’re traveling by air, which has evolved from the most glamorous mode of...

A Smorgasbord of Ideas, Free for the Taking

I was lucky to attend an excellent high school, but I still couldn’t wait to get to college. As good as my teachers were – and some of them were superb – I imagined that college professors floated on air. I pictured them gliding up to the lectern,...