They attracted me with their solid trunks, their graceful branches, the dry leaves that still created motion and gentle noise on a November day. I walked over to one and felt the rough bark and looked up into the branches, right up into the sky.
Author: Polly Campbell
Polly Campbell: The need of hunger and the hunger to help
Sometime toward the beginning of the tapering-off of the Covid pandemic, going stir-crazy and wanting to get started on my retirement goals, I started doing volunteer delivery driving for La Soupe.
Polly Campbell: Yeah, I’ve got some opinions
I thought, when given this amazing chance to have a first-person column, I would be offering my opinion on a variety of subjects. I’ve got opinions. But that’s harder than it seems.
Polly Campbell: Cherishing traditions with a flip to something new
On the other hand, while I was writing a book about Cincinnati food history, I realized that the stubbornness pays off: We have our unique regional menu because the Graeters kept doing things the old way until the rest of the world caught up with them. Grandmothers and neighborhood butchers never stopped making goetta, though no one made it anywhere else. That’s to be treasured.
Weir changing United Way as philanthropy shifts
One recent evening, a woman knocked on my door and asked for money. I could have told her to get lost. Or decided she was scamming me. Or I could have given her a little money to get something to eat, or recommend she go somewhere with more help.
Polly Campbell: On cultivating and treasuring the strength of sisterhood
It seems impossible that the progress of women would reverse course, but it already has. And plenty of people still would rather see women dependent on men, to have no sexual agency, to be quiet and have children and conform to male-created ideas of attractiveness.
Arts patron Amy Katzman: Doing the thing she loves to the absolute max
When my husband and I go to concerts or any performance, of course we look around for anyone we know. With amazing regularity, we spot a woman with a familiar head of long gray-red hair, wearing colorful glasses and a flowy dress, using a cane or maybe a rolling walker. Yep, there’s Amy, we’ve said for years, always with amused pleasure at her sheer omnipresence at the cultural events of the city.
Polly Campbell: What’s college for?
For my father, it was everything. It can take my breath away to think how close he was to never going to college.
Polly Campbell: Donating blood is easy way to share a miracle
Blood is one of the most potent words in the language. We refer to it to talk about family and temperament, about race, about violence and war and disease. But the strongest metaphor is not really a metaphor at all. Blood is life.
Now that live performance is back, would everyone please be quiet?
It’s rude and annoying to pay for a concert ticket and spend the time yakking, disturbing people who also, by the way, paid for a concert ticket.