The First Last

The First Last

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved I almost missed it because I was so self-absorbed.   The first...

Morning inspiration

Morning inspires me.  I don't know why, but there's something about quiet and sunrise and the birth of new day that delights and enlivens me.  Maybe that's explanation enough. In any event, before I write anything else, I often write a few...

Around/About

Week of October 17

Links I loved, laughed at or learned from…or otherwise thought worthy of your time ~  I can barely stand to read Ann Voskamp's brilliantly poetic prose because it's like looking at the sun; but in her case, it's like looking at the Son....

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