The View From On High…
From an email to a friend: Beautifully put, Blaire, for we are all one family, and more or less …
From an email to a friend: Beautifully put, Blaire, for we are all one family, and more or less …
I take breaks from this blog and go on long walks in twittering bird and critter scampering forested hills, …
“In vain we force the living into this or that one of our molds. All the molds crack. They …
Worked this morning, had a nap, brewed up a coffee, and then sat down to return to Proust after a …
“… [L]ife is like a current passing from germ to germ through the medium of a developed organism.“—Henri Bergson, …
Let me warn you: this post is far too long. It is an email I woke up and sent …
Gully and Coker have just left the home of Sarah in Joyce Cary’s effulgent classic The Horse’s Mouth. To …
Amy, my Mobile Mountain Hermit’s Hut It’s damp and chilly outside. Typical Vancouver winter weather. Earlier I took a walk, …
Recently in a reply to a comment I wrote that I recognized what I called ‘the culminating revelation’ in …
Over time I’ve come to realize I do my best writing in response to comments sent my way, good or …