And the moon is a sliver of silverlike a shaving that fell on the floorof a Carpenter’s shopand every house must have its builderand I awoke in the house of Godwhere the windows are morningsand eveningsstretched from the sun, across the skynorth to southand on my way to early meeting, I heard therocks crying out…. […]
Read moreI’ve been thinking about news lately. Not “the news,” so much as news: what we regard as news, and why.We receive information All Day. It informs the substance of our thinking. I wake in the morning. I hear Bill breathing. I am informed: Bill is here, Bill is alive. All is well with the world. […]
Read moreI just wrote a Super Long Post about my e-mail experience this week. I deleted it. I’m just going to give you the jist of it here, which is why I was writing in the first place. When you send emails to addresses that no longer exist (something that you do unwittingly, of course), the […]
Read moreSo I wasn’t raised in a sports family. We weren’t fans. No. We didn’t play sports, either. We were the reading sort of family, the classical music types, the church-going, crossword-puzzling, public television station sort of family. It suited me Just Fine. In fact, when we moved back to the US from Japan just as […]
Read moreI get to this point in the day, and I Am Done. Done. Shut Down. Wiped Out. Exhausted. Since I became a mother, I’ve been accustomed to a definite Crash just before the children’s bedtimes. I am first aware of fatigue somewhere around 4 p.m.; it thickens around my head while I am preparing dinner; […]
Read moreMy husband’s blog, which he started for work six weeks ago (and which is, incidentally, brilliant– or, if not brilliant, then witty, thought-provoking, and clever) is ranked the 466,000th Most Popular Blog On Earth. Out of 71 million blogs. This information comes to us courtesy of Technorati, a company that evaluates these kinds of things, […]
Read moreThese are my mother’s parents: Barry and Grace Everett. I spent all my summers with them growing up. We called them Skipper and Gramma. My grandmother taught me manners and grammar and that reading is a wonderful thing.My grandfather taught me how to sail and how to clam and that reading is a wonderful thing. […]
Read moreI had a conversation with a friend tonight. With Tworivers, to be exact. That might not sound like a big deal to you but, Believe You Me, conversations with friends are Few and Far Between these days, seeing as I’m at work All Day and then busy with children until they go to bed and […]
Read moreSo you thought you were going to get another post out of me, did you? Fat Chance. Do you think– do you honestly think– that after I stayed up Too Late to write my pierced ears saga and, in thanks, got Entirely Too Little sleep and Absolutely No Comments, I would write you, O Reader, […]
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