I am in here.
I am working my way, fairly quickly, through Chaim Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. On this coming Wednesday, I lead the monthly lunchtime book-club talk on it. I first read the book at the request of my high school English teacher. I had other English teachers at that school, but half the years, she … Continue reading My name is…
Don’t know why I didn’t find Meryl Yourish’s blog before, but perhaps it’s one of those delayed fate things. I would have felt so much better after finding the Easterblogg bit of hatred if I’d found her blog as well. Maybe the universe just needs me to stop cranking so it can let me find … Continue reading new place to go
Off to go get my OSX upgrade… Wish me luck. I must also have a beer or two. I was taught, long ago, never to do a major system upgrade without having two drinks first.
A child said, What is the grass? by Walt Whitman A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of … Continue reading A child said, What is the grass?
white pebble 