I keep telling her that this is our last garden morning for the season. We expect it to get cold and drizzly and damp, but it doesn’t. So we take them, these gifts, for as long as they are there. The holiday lights will be lit this weekend, the installation is wrapping up. It’s been…
Author: thirdstoryies
what do we do now?
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…
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…