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The writer with his granddaughter at the beach

Once upon a long time ago, in my boyhood, we burned firewood on our hearth here at home. Especially on Sunday evenings. We boys gathered sticks as kindling from the fallen branches of the … more

Mike Fink | 1/10/22

A picture is worth 1,000 words

I’ve been going around saying “bad photos are better than good ones.” Now, what do I mean by that? Well, I came across piles of pictures my dad had taken, from a distance, … more

Mike Fink | 12/4/21

Scott J. Turner’s new book is a beauty

He strolled around the block and noted the trees, the bugs, the birds and the beasts, and he kept a journal of seasonal surprises or reassurances. Scott J. Turner then turned his observations into a … more

Mike Fink | 11/7/21

The simple, kindly courtesy of ‘Middlebridge’

I spend the summer months in a magical realm I call “Middlebridge” – it sounds like a mythical place resembling the title of an English novel of long ago, but it is a plain and … more

Mike Fink | 10/9/21

Mike and grandson Noah look forward to happy times.

Under the harvest moon …

Our new year and Sukkot come early this year, since we are a moon community, not sun-worshippers. The moon is our neighbor, a pale pal fairly easy to reach in this century. That’s my … more

Mike Fink | 9/6/21

The tides and times of summer

I’ve been trying to collect a few fine moments from this summer – with the pleasant prospect that August may add to my treasures. We spent an early June weekend in Chatham, on Cape … more

Mike Fink | 8/5/21

A plea for … less

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when a broadcaster says, “here’s some Beethoven FOR YA!” It’s that fake friendly intimacy I find condescending and all … more

Mike Fink | 7/1/21

Moe Fink, above, grinning at his son’s wedding. Top, as a young man in Harlem, New York City.

The indelible link between parent and child

“Moe” was born in London – in Whitechapel – in 1904.  His father had hiked across Europe, a “foot-goer” among a generation of migrating scouts in quest of work … more

Mike Fink | 6/3/21

The delights of a single spring bloom

In my school days, we had to learn poems by heart and then recite them by rote on the auditorium stage.  I remember Ralph Waldo Emerson’s ode to the month of May, “The … more

Mike Fink | 5/9/21

Lag B’Omer through the years

Here’s hoping that one or more of the customs of Lag B’Omer fit my past, present and planned projects. It’s a holiday known for bonfires and weddings and ... haircuts. Once upon … more

Mike Fink | 4/9/21