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Linda Biehl of California was the first Greeley Scholar for Peace Studies at UMass Lowell in 2008. She was on campus and in the community for three weeks, meeting people, talking, sharing her remarkable, inspiring, and challenging story. Her daughter was a casualty in the sometime violent struggle to end…
Read More »Scene for a cold morning. “Pastel Snowfall” by Richard Marion (c) 2013 See more artwork at www.richardmarion.net
Read More »“Winter Scene” by Richard Marion (c) 2013 See more artwork at www.richardmarion.net
Read More »Kerouac wrote that he “always considered writing his duty on earth.” Merrimack Valley Conference writer and sportsman Jay Atkinson has an essay about the endurance of Jack Kerouac in today’s Boston Globe. We’re waiting for Jay to have a regular Sunday column on words and books in the Globe. He’s…
Read More »Wednesday’s NY Times included an opinion column by Nicholas Kristof in which he wondered about a lack of empathy in today’s society, especially regarding children in need. Read the essay here, and consider getting the NYT if you want more of this kind of writing.
Read More »We have a new poem by Tom Sexton of Lowell and Alaska and Maine.—PM . The Last Sunday Train Little did I know back then when I walked beside my father to the old North Station, after Warren Spahn and Johnny Sain pitched a doubleheader, that the Boston Braves would…
Read More »The following letter was sent to the Lowell City Council, City Manager, Conservation Commission, Planning Board, and Lowell Historic Board–PM On behalf of the executive committee of the Lowell Heritage Partnership, I am writing to City of Lowell officials to request that they make every effort to protect a unique…
Read More »We need beauty. We need it badly. On a day when we grappled with our grief over the enduring evil of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, on a day when we learned more from the media about the heinous attack on a young teacher, Colleen Ritzer of Danvers,…
Read More »The morning began with dark purple clouds bumping in the sky lanes above a sherbet-rinsed sunrise of raspberry and peach. Wind kicked the brittle leaves every which way, and the frigid air made you feel extra alive in your skin. All good for a big day in Lowell. Spirits were…
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