2019, Abraham Lincoln, Accentuate the Positive, all night long, August, Autumn, Be nice., believe, believer, believing again, book, Books, Books I'm reading, Books I'm Writing, Elegance, fall, Grace, Gratitude, heart, life, limitless, Literature, Live, living, Magnificent Miscellany, My writing., nature, Navigation., Observations, peace, perspective, philosophy, Pie Charts, Poetess, Poetry, prayer, prose, quiet, quote, quotes, ramble, rambling wrangle, resilience, Resilience and The Modern Woman, Respect, Reverence, Sacred, September, smiles, soul, strength, Style, the art of living, The Valley, The Writerly Life, timelessness, transcendence, What is the color of a soul?, Woman, Writer, writing, You dig what I'm sayin?, you want fries with that?

When Half-Gods Go

Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I'm still reading Carl Sandburg's big book of Abraham Lincoln. I've no words adequate to do it justice. There is no doubt that the United States would not still exist, our Constitution would not have been preserved, were it not… Continue reading When Half-Gods Go

a moment, Craft, Culture, food for thought, Joan Didion, My writing., On Writing, perspective, philosophy, Posted by Teri Skultety, ramble, rambling wrangle, things you can't tell by just looking at her

An Unraveled Hem, Joan Didion

I've kept some kind of a notebook, or journal, since junior high. Thankfully, the majority of them have gone the way of the wind. I suppose that's a nice way of saying that I destroyed them at one time or another. I recall erasing every word one January, in some other life a million years… Continue reading An Unraveled Hem, Joan Didion