Stubbornness and grace
“Margaret, I didn’t know you were a runner.” “Oh, I’m not, not really” I said this the day after running […]
“Margaret, I didn’t know you were a runner.” “Oh, I’m not, not really” I said this the day after running […]
Today would be a beautiful day if it weren’t the end of summer. Labor Day is here, which most of
Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty… you didn’t think I would cruise into September without quoting Hopkins, did you?
It’s summer! Which means time for reading and playing outside. First, books: Gilead: A Novel I had heard Marilynne Robinson’s