Mom and I went to Lowell to visit the New England Quilt Museum and arrived just in time for a blizzard. The museum was closed on Thursday but we did get in on Friday due to the New England-ish work … Continue reading →
…that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom… Continue reading →
Tonight as I was leaving work, I was chatting with another co-worker (also in the “older” bracket of my worksite) about stuff. I was telling him what my next month’s goals were – world peace poetry postcards, sent also to … Continue reading →
In the political arena, kindness is the giving up of domination and vendetta, and the recognition of others’ points of view, their needs, and their history. Continue reading →
What happens when you get out of your own thoughts and pay attention, via The Writer’s Almanac, commemorating the birthday of W. Somerset Maugham. He’d become a doctor and practiced in the slums of London. I saw how men died. … Continue reading →
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
