I am in here.
The sun is working on going down, and I’ve ordered nearly $30 of stuff from LaRosa’s. I figure the sun will be mostly down by the time it gets here. Amazing how slow the day can go when you sit there planning your LaRosa’s order for hours. Thing is, this Tisha B’Av fast hasn’t even … Continue reading Dinner, almost….
Odd things to get used to, being home: I can understand all the conversations I eavesdrop on I can read every sign on the street There’s a car in the garage waiting for me to drive it My friends are not seven time zones away My husband is not seven time zones away Re-acclimating oneself … Continue reading Home again
For Carl Solomon
My father brought me up to revere General William Tecumseh Sherman, among others. In particular, he had me read the following letter that Sherman wrote to the mayor and city council of Atlanta, answering their request that he please not burn their city down. In it, he comes as close to saying “War is hell” … Continue reading War is hell.
white pebble 