I find that I must apologize for an apparent lapse. It seems that while I was pleasantly diverted entertaining houseguests that my domain name expired–I’m not sure exactly when! Allow me to put in a good word for auto-renewal! Thank you to all those who expressed concern.. 🙂
Isn’t it lovely the way a truly great book lingers with you long after the cover is closed? I dreamed about the end of A Room With a View last night, and this morning I pulled it off the shelf and looked up Mr. Emerson’s heartfelt speech to Lucy in the second to the last…
for Frances, Charlotte and Margaret, three beautiful princesses… (I wish that I had written this!) Just Like a Book My little girl of many dreams, the world a book and life a story, How beautiful the princess seems, how well the hero wears his glory. I don’t intend to shake my head and tell you…
There is something in the air of a breezy, shimmery autumn day—overcast but not dour, cool but not chill—that always brings to my mind images from Tennyson’s Idylls of the King and Malory’s Morte d’Arthur. Is it the memory of school days, of afternoons on a woolen blanket spread beneath the dogwoods on my neighbor’s…
I picked the last of my vegetable garden today, and that upon the urging of two horrified girlfriends who spotted tomatoes literally rotting on the vine this weekend. The truth is I grew weary this year before my garden did. Usually around the end of July it succumbs to the tropical humidity we are infamous…
A stormy night, the mysterious death of a bitter old man, and an estranged granddaughter arrested for murder—thus the stage is set for one of Augusta Evan’s most thrilling tales. The spell cast upon the prosecuting attorney by the marble-featured Beryl Brentano, who proclaims her innocence with righteous tenacity and a feminine swoon or two,…
Okay, I never do these…but this was a personality test that I just couldn’t resist! 🙂 "Which Jane Austen Character Are You?" Here is my very predictable result… Feel free to leave a comment and let me know ‘who’ you are! 🙂
Every year or so my husband reads Thoreau’s Walden again. Last Christmas I tucked a pocket version in his stocking, and I honestly think that it was his favorite gift. He keeps it by his chair in the den; I love to see him come in from a long day and an embattled drive home,…
I would like to take this opportunity to promote this wonderful and well-written magazine. Articles range from techniques of creative writing to explorations of great literature to short stories submitted by subscribers. I have been very impressed by the integrity of this publication and would not hesitate to recommend it to book lovers young and…
Two more pieces have been added to the Stories category: As Strong as Death …A sob caught in her throat and she rose, trembling. There was a reason she had kept that chest of memory so tightly locked all these years. It was a Pandora’s Box, full of things she couldn’t bear. And now that…
Those who know me best would never label me a ‘big camper’–that is, until the Airstream came along… Here is a little story about our summer vacation with my sister and her husband…
I believe that if my husband and I were limited to one choice of music for the rest of our lives that choice would unequivocally rest on The Innocence Mission. We have very broad musical tastes: 1960’s samba, early English church music, Mozart and Tchaikovsky, classic bluegrass, and a hundred things in between. But nothing…
The leaves are falling from the walnuts in the backyard today in showers of pale gold; I like it that they shed their raiment before the other trees–it only heightens the sense of anticipation abroad. And though the temperature will undoubtedly top 85 later on, early this morning I caught the unmistakable sweetness of woodsy…
"When I think of the life that we are leading, of the uses to which we have put the bounty provided for us by the Almighty, when I think of the greed and the lust and the selfishness that is crowding everything that is high and holy and delicate, that is kind and loving and…
This is just to say that I have been updating my site over the past few days, including both the Gallery and Music pages. Look for more to come in Stories soon…Also, I have added a ‘Contact’ page. Any comments will be forwarded to me via email. I prefer real paper letters as a general…
Aren’t you bursting with butterflies on the fourth of September?Like you’ll have to get on the bus in your tartan dress, with your lunch box.Though your body is twenty-nine. Though your mind is an old thing. Karen Peris Beginning the World Philip and I had a bonfire last night. The unbearable humidity has given way…
One of my mother’s best friends has family in Gulfport, MS. After three tormented days word has just come in that they are alive and safe–but they have lost everything. Many of their friends have died. There is nothing left of their home but utter devastation. How precious Life appears when saved from wreckage such…
Here is a lecture given by Dr. Peter Kreeft of Boston College on C. S. Lewis’ beautiful and obscure Till We Have Faces. Having devoured the book with delight and awe, I still found myself trying to wrap my mind around some of the weightier concepts of this masterful re-telling of the Cupid and Psyche…
The End
The End