Choosing Joy

As the season’s first major ice and snowstorm swept across the country this past weekend, our dogs mirrored the concern and exuberance that accompanies such natural events. When I opened the kitchen door to Sunday ‘s early morning ice pellets, Heathcliff stopped in...

Games

I’m having a hard time gearing up for Christmas. After two drafts, our annual Christmas letter remains as dull as a worn-down pencil-point. During Thanksgiving week, I completed the third draft of my book manuscript and, after the intense effort, feel at loose ends....

Life Expectancies

“I wish I’d been born in the 19th century,” I told my father one day in my far-past adolescence. “It is my favorite time in history.” In my teenaged mind, the 19th century in the United States elicited thoughts of romance and realism, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams and...

An American Childhood

A couple of Saturdays ago, I attended the Women’s Book Club at Bethany Lutheran Church in Waynesboro, Virginia. Only a foursome, but discussion was lively in part because of the book, Annie Dillard’s An American Childhood. I had read Dillard’s essay “Total Eclipse”...