What is it, do you suppose? I like thinking about this idea and art in all of its varying manifestations. Dance is art, and music; poetry is art, and other forms of writing, too. But most of us, I think, when confronted with the notion of “art,” think of its visual form: that which might […]
Read moreWe’ve been spending our evenings in Middle Earth these last days. In the throes of thesis writing this past semester, I decided I longed to revisit it. Bill and I had seen the movies (at least once) when they appeared one by one a few years ago, and gradually collected them all on dvd. Over […]
Read moreI’m wondering if anyone has done a sociological study on modern travel’s impact on people. Because surely this power we have– that of waking up in one place, city, state, even country, and, after a few quiet hours’ sitting, waiting, walking some, and claiming baggage– to find oneself in Another Place Entirely must have a […]
Read moreI’m only stopping in briefly to point out to myself and you, O Reader, that I have not posted anything here in Ten Days. 10. That’s a long time for me. But the truth of it is that I haven’t time to post anything. I don’t. I don’t even have time to post this here, […]
Read moreI got a card in the mail today. Actually, I received several, which was wonderful, as we (people) don’t seem to send much in the way of snail-mail these days. They were birthday cards, mostly, because tomorrow is mine. But the card I’m writing about here– the card I am quoting– isn’t a birthday card. […]
Read moreIt could have been lonely. This morning I awoke for the second day in a row in an empty house. And by empty I mean without Bill. Without children. Without cat…. Just me, and the three fish in their little tank with the noisy filter– the fish with their three-second memory and no attention paid […]
Read moreWe held the 3rd HopeFest last Sunday. It was a beautiful day, and a beautiful event, and Bill is Not Entirely Discouraged from giving it another go next year… But that is for another post. We truly had glorious weather, and surely that is a Sign From God, is it not? We can plan until […]
Read moreThis morning I stripped the dirty sheets from my bed and put them in the washing machine and started it. I also Put Clean Sheets On My Bed. I also made certain the children made their beds. And I wasn’t late for school.
Read moreWhy should it be that a Large and Hideous cockroach, filled with all the scuttling and squalid vivacity of its wretched life, is making its way across my ceiling, while the dear cat I loved for fifteen years is dead?
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