In like a lion
Last Thursday night, the wind blew hard against our windows. Our dogs Heathcliff and Freya huddled in our bedroom. Heathcliff shuffled between the window and my side of the bed, but overall managed his anxiety well. Early Friday morning, the lights flickered...
Is Rejection God’s Protection?
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The Blessings of Lent
Monday night, or more accurately, Tuesday morning, 1:00 am. Freya paced the floor in our bedroom. Panting. She needed to go out. Again. Before going to bed, we’d let the dogs out one at a time to do their usual quick “hurry up,” and she'd wandered off into the...
Though this be madness, yet there is method in it.
Saturday matinee. Front row seats. Hamlet. Keith and I have attended several previous performances of the play. We wondered how this year’s American Shakespeare Center Renaissance Season ensemble would interpret it. As soon as Hamlet (the fabulous Josh Innerst at...
I was just flashing back
Keith reclined in his chair up in the loft, sipping his late Friday afternoon martini. “I was just flashing back to the year we spent weekends here.” “That was one of my favorite times,” I said, dropping the mail beside his chair and joining his reminiscence. “We’d...
And straight I am nothing
And straight [I] am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing. Richard II, Act V scene 5 Last Friday night, Keith and I attended a performance of the American Shakespeare...