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Ann Ferro: Pondering power
I just raised the thermostat to 71. It’s cold and our old house has so many ways to let heat...
Ann Ferro: Find the best in the worst
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” At 17, the opening sentence of Dickens’ “A...
Ann Ferro: A snow day
The alarm coaxed me to a semi-awake state. I stiffly stumbled to the now urgently ringing bell and ineffectively tried...
Ann Ferro: One Woman’s Treasure
The article caught my eye. The two-page-plus spread was about thrift stores, one of my favorite topics. There was a...
Ann Ferro: Letting go
I have to make the bed before I leave the house. It is part of who I am. I have...
Ann Ferro: Sacred spaces
There was a time when the world was all one. There was no sacred, no profane, no real, no supernatural...
Ann Ferro: Gather round the Christmas tree
How often do we wander through busy lives, trying to do the best and leaving those we love somewhere behind?...
Ann Ferro: The avenues of my childhood
In the Brooklyn of my youth there were two-way streets and one-way streets. The two-way streets were designated as avenues...
Ann Ferro: Season’s greetings
The product of parochial schools and a well-thumbed catechism, I was sure that was the name of the time between...