I am in here.
So my husband got to say a few words at the dedication of the plaque at James Thurber’s old house in Columbus (77 Jefferson St., if you want to go), and decides to say a few sweet words about me, bless him. “And I want to introduce my wife, Patti, who’s a poet, and who … Continue reading my afternoon
Today, we go to the Thurber House in Columbus OH for the dedication of the historical marker in front of it. Two hour trip for a ten-minute ceremony, but I love that author, so it will be worth it. Those in the neighborhood, so to speak, should go visit the place. One can see the … Continue reading my world, and welcome to it
I have just been reinforced in the idea that I have long held in semi-conscious fashion, ever since struggling through first-year calculus: progress is only (or at least mainly) possible through disaster. You see, disaster clears out the rubble of life, the bits and pieces you can’t bear to throw away yourself, the illusions you … Continue reading calculus is life
We have snow here in Cincinnati, a nice blanket of snow a couple of inches thick. It’s the “nice” sort of snow which does not cling very tightly to the roads, melts from them fairly quickly, but leaves the rest of the land looking like an old Currier & Ives etching. If it lasts, my … Continue reading dreaming of a White Hanukkah
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