“I want to live in a book” — Ann Hood
I shook raindrops from my umbrella on the steps of Historic Trinity United Methodist Church. I was there for the 7th…
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Continue reading →I turned the page of Michael Chabon’s Moonglow. “Listen to this beautifully evocative sentence,” I say to Frank. I have…
Continue reading →The Queen surveyed the castle. Once filled with voices and love, rooms and hallways were now silent and empty. The…
Continue reading →It’s Saturday and I have just traveled to East Nassau, NY through lush green rolling hills teeming with deer, woods, lakes…
Continue reading →While others obsess over Game of Thrones I’m rabidly learning to cast-on, knit, and purl so that I may make a pilgrimage…
Continue reading →It’s been a year since author Mark Morneweg died of adrenal cancer, a rare cancer with no screenings, no treatment, or,…
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