This week a novel dominated (in a good way) my brainwaves: Toni Morrison’s “The Bluest Eye.”

A peaceful transition of power is not assured.

A raft of divinity school trained advisors is helping the scattered flock of white collar workers to honor moments of silence to open Zoom meetings or hold funeral rites for failed projects.

Reintroducing the college campus as a place one comes not to fit in but to stand out