qotd

She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit. — W. Somerset Maugham

Where were you when…?

From This Normal Life I was holding the baby when we heard it. The rest follows, since Brian doesn’t have a good archiving system yet, and this story should be preserved.

Tu B'Shevat

Today it’s official: the sap in the trees begins to flow again. Tu B’Shevat starts at sundown, which will be hard to detect with the cloud cover as thick as it is. The ice melts. The cats demand attention. The rain falls and the coffee maker works again. The books get read and the poems Continue reading Tu B'Shevat