To be quite honest, it’s hard to open up the imaginary “cover” on this journal, and see that photo of the girls and I on Tuesday staring back at me. I’ve had to back away from this space for a few days to catch my breath. It’s not that I haven’t been writing or talking…
Month: November 2016
reading, and listening
What we are reading, and listening to, today: Lincoln’s First Inaugural Address, particularly the closing: I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot…
wednesday morning in the garden
I’m starting to emerge out of the fog of illness, but I’m not firing on all cylinders quite yet. I always check to see that the memory card is in my camera, but I forgot to yesterday morning, so when we arrived at the garden on one of the most gorgeous mornings of the season,…