Finally: no border

I had a writing afternoon today, the first in several weeks, the first of the new year. It was great to be back in it, and awful. I spent some time this evening looking for what Annie Dillard has to say about this kind of thing, and she says it so well: “I do not […]

I love coming home from class. Usually my mind is brimming with new thoughts and ideas, and tonight was no exception. And I enjoy so much Dr. Clay’s teaching style. He speaks gently, slowly, and seems to suggest things more than to hammer them home in any way. I remarked to my father, who visited […]

My class for the semester has begun: Utopias, Ancient and Modern. We begin with the beginning, St. Thomas More’s famous book Utopia, regarded by many as the first in the genre of utopian literature. I began reading last night, and first read More’s introduction, directed to a Peter Giles who has, apparently, been waiting for […]

I have a friend and sometime reader of this blog (okay, there is evidence that she read it once– Lynne, are you out there? This is for you, babe!), with whom I go around and around about my redemption of art. It’s not that she doesn’t agree with me sometimes; it’s that she thinks (I […]

There is a wonderful wind tonight. The air is warm, because nobody told it that it’s January, and the wind is high and wild. I love wind like this; it makes me think of God. When I was first spending time with Bill Stevenson, he remarked one afternoon that the wind might be angels. We […]

For Bill’s 38th birthday, we went to breakfast at Guglhupf. It was delicious! Who needs anything other than pan au chocolat and a big cup of cafe au lait? Of course the boys had hot chocolate, and Emma Grace had milk. We were all very happy.

January 11, 2005 We think we’ve begun a new tradition: the first Tuesday night in every month, the Stines and Stevensons will have dinner together. This was the first. Well, actually, it was the second. That is, the second Tuesday in the month. But we’ve agreed on it being the first Tuesday from now on. […]