Grace Kennan Warnecke
Notes from a snowbird
Today is a typical Florida day. The sun is shining, the temperature warm and balmy, and lizards are scampering about. Warmth is pervasive, and ocean...
The ringing of the bells
As soon as I heard of the Fourth of July massacre in Highland Park, Ill., I called my 94-year-old cousin, Gene, who had grown...
Traveling at home
My life has been full of journeys. As a child I lived in Latvia, Norway, Russia, Germany, Czechoslovakia, and Portugal, and even occasionally in...
Russia on my mind
By Grace Kennan Warnecke
Less than three months before the American general election, Russia has appeared frequently in the news, but in somewhat different guises....
Use it or lose it
I was 5 years old when my Norwegian-born mother became an American citizen. She never stopped stressing the importance of voting. She pointed out...
Mixed messages
Signage has always been confusing on Martha’s Vineyard. I live in Vineyard Haven, and pick up my mail at the Vineyard Haven Post Office....
Let us breathe
My reaction to President Trump‘s walk to St. John’s Episcopal Church on Lafayette Square was outrage. I know that historic church well. I was...
Frozen in time
Everything is different now.
Walking the streets amid a cascading crescendo of noise from the people, traffic, and businesses that call Manhattan home, I used...
Coronavirus Chronicles: Reading in shelter
The pandemic with a shelter-in-place order has pushed us all in different directions. Arriving at my house on Martha’s Vineyard, the first thing that...