Did you memorize something as a child that you enjoy reciting now? … More And miles to go…
Once again, I have been traveling. It wasn’t the adventurous kind of traveling that I sometimes do, jetting off to a new town, a new cottage, a new seashore, but I traveled 1,834 miles by car, nevertheless, and there’s plenty to see and to think about on a drive like that. As the miles melted … More When Books are People and an Invitation to Tea
My original plan was a schedule of events that began in March and ended in late September. I was going to come to Oregon for the birth of my first grandchild and stay a couple of weeks to help out afterward. Then, I planned to go home to host our wine club–this time, the “bold … More “It Meant a Change in Plans”
I was recently asked what hardships Emilie Loring endured as she forged her faith. I answered, first, that she was raised in the Universalist Church (before it merged with the Unitarians) and switched to the Congregational Church after her marriage to Victor Loring. As for hardships, I mentioned the deaths of her father, mother, … More Keepers of Our Memories
How impossible it is to be in the throes of attraction, “blinded by love,” and have to decide, sanely and for a future yet unknown, “Is this ‘the one?'” … More What Then is Love?
For people who know the story, a person’s collection expresses a part of their personality long after they are gone. … More The Personal Patina of Book Collections
There’s really something in the air here in Blue Hill. Coincidences, happy accidents, call them what you may, you just can’t make this stuff up. Longtime Blue Hill friend, Bob Slaven, keeps his eye out for Emilie Loring books. Together, we are trying to complete the Blue Hill Public Library’s collection–or at least, the stories … More You Can’t Make This Stuff Up