28 Jan 25 In the dream I was a kid again with my schoolmates going somewhere far away on a school trip. We were filing into a large crowded seating area and everyone was quickly deciding who they wanted to… Read More ›
Anne Lamott
The big eraser
23 Jan 25 After days of it the fog finally broke and everything looked crystalline or coated in confectioners’ sugar, flocked. Before bed I read Anne Lamott’s memoir, the scene of her with her dad that day at the beach… Read More ›
The way is dark
We live in the country. Actually, we live in the suburbs but it’s a small patch that hasn’t been developed yet, so it feels like the country. The first morning of Daylight Savings Time I walked to the end of… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 