Jeeves faces high school graduation, and big decisions about what to do next.
It is finally Franny's turn to dream, and she receives a visit from someone with an important message for her - and for us all.
Kassandra has a feverish dream about how others will remember her; she wakes uncertain of whether she is ill or on the cusp of a new art piece.
Rosa ponders her choices, lost again in a repeated story of loss of acceptance.
Winter is just around the corner. David considers hiring help to take care of little Penny, after an offer from Rosa.
Jeeves visits Kassandra at the coffee shop, and plants an idea about the next art project.
This weekend in the United States, we take an extra day off work to honor those who died in military service. "Memorial" - the name calls out our intention to use our memories in this way. Memory looks backward, brings the past into the present, brings those lost into our immediate awareness, and makes them … Continue reading Our memories of this time
Last night we watched a Nature special on the wildlife of Cuba. Beautiful, funny, terrifying. (I'd forgotten how these depictions of animal life always include the element of menace: a baby sea turtle, hours old, madly paddling her way across the sand to the ocean, the deep water that is, for her, relative safety; we … Continue reading The interdependence of life
The Writers' Vineyard was out of operation for a bit, due to some technical issues. It's back, and it's a good lesson in all the ways we should back up our work (and of course, back each other up, too). More on the importance of backing up here.
Harper Lee passed today, at the age of 89. A woman of many accomplishments I'm sure we'll never know about, she is most honored for writing To Kill a Mockingbird. I'm one of those who considers it among the most beautiful books I've ever read. Among the books I can read often, gleaning something new … Continue reading “Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father’s passing.”