I can’t enjoy anything. I’ve lost the knack. This morning I’m looking out the window at the bird feeders full of blue jays and cardinals and thinking what right do I have to this? My organic cilantro and arugula in their perfect rows? My beans on their hand-built trellises of branches? My raspberries shooting up along the wall? My strawberries in their cozy beds of hay?
Three women, three men
At the dawn of the War on Terror, a peace group forms in a college town. All is well and peaceable until a young man with radical ideas joins the group shaking its very foundations, and the granddaughter of the group’s founders turns words into actions.