The Bratty Reader, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:28am
I’ve been trying to read more books. I’ve always been always reading, which is to say, if there’s no open book on my bedside table
I’ve been trying to read more books. I’ve always been always reading, which is to say, if there’s no open book on my bedside table
Good morning. It’s going on six months since my mom died. I am not preoccupied by her death, not mourning all the time. But I
I was talking to my son, a good man, about Utopia. In fact, he was talking about the vision he and his friends have for
Even though temperatures here hit 99° this week I can tell fall is coming. The light has changed, a few leaves on my alder tree
My garden’s super chaotic these days. I’m into it. I especially like the side yard, which I used to say was for butterflies, then more
More and more I experience retirement as a quest to balance the small against the large. Or the large against the small, either way, equivalence.
It’s gray and overcast this morning. I couldn’t be more pleased. I don’t know if the sun was so strong when I was young, but
After ten years of blogging, 54 years of writing (yes I still have my 3rd grade storybook), and 57 years of nigh-on obsessive reading, here’s
So this is just a little outfit I wore up to San Francisco yesterday. Nothing particularly special. But it had some virtues. First, the colors.
Hi all. I’m writing my thoughts for Mom’s memorial service tomorrow. As we might have suspected previously and have now proven conclusively, that’s all I
Blogging is episodic; life continues. Let us revisit some issues. Slippers. I considered them here, I bought the Glerups as recommended by Mater, Saga and
My best friend’s daughter is having her wedding party, up in South Lake Tahoe. I’m looking forward to the wedding today–she let me help her
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