We’re beginning to think of these last few months as “The Autumn of Calamities.” First the wretched water pump on the car needed to be replaced. Now our north fence is falling down. We can only hope that when we had half of the roof...
Most people I know, even those who lament it, are guilty of contributing to the loss of the “art of letter writing.” It’s not that we don’t communicate. We do. And often we actually communicate through written language, but for the most...
April 1898 My Own True Love: In my reading I have, as you say, rather tended to that which is heart appealing, but it has been pure and elevating anyway. Which is more than can be said for many of the “mind appealers” who seem to enjoy dragging...