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2022, cover to cover
I finished reading the following books this year (in alphabetical order by author): Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1995) Charlotte Bronte, Villette (1853) (fourth read) Dee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West (1970) Steven Charleston and Elaine A. Robinson, Coming Full Circle: Constructing Continue reading
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Snowflakes
Bethany, while recovering from Covid, made snowflakes. She came by on her first day post-quarantine and put a lot of them on our tree. Here are explanations she made of some of her creations. Continue reading
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This year’s reads
Here are the books I finished reading this year, listed in the order I read them: Roy Richard Grinker — Nobody’s Normal: How Culture Created the Stigma of Mental Illness Ta-Nehisi Coates — We Were Eight Years in Power: An American Tragedy Ta-Nehisi Coates — The Water Dancer Hannah Arendt — On Revolution (5th read) Continue reading
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Conjuring an education
Someone on Amazon wrote that the title How to Think Like Shakespeare is misleading. And it’s true that, after reading the book, I’m no better prepared to write a good play or sonnet. But the title — with its subtitle Lessons from a Renaissance Education — makes for an effective opening in a classical argument. Continue reading
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My morning’s mantra
“Into an unslumming or unslummed slum customarily come new increments of poor or ignorant immigrants from time to time.” – Jane Jacobs, The Death and Life of Great American Cities (1961) Continue reading
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The suburb of God
“Ye are the light of the world. A suburb that is set on an hill cannot be hid.” — Matthew 5:14 “For unto you is born this day in the suburb of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.” — Luke 2:11 “By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a Continue reading
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Two-ness
The storms that started south of Roanoke continued until soon after the big thunderclap around 2:00 this morning. We had been asleep for about four hours at Betty’s when it woke me up. Nashville got seven inches of rain. Columbia got less, but enough wind to knock down power lines. Some of them and their Continue reading
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Shakespeare
If you visit our kitchen, you’d see a small painting that accompanies what purports to be a quotation from Shakespeare. But it’s not Shakespeare; it’s a modern sentiment that the Internet has put in Shakespeare’s mouth. My dear friend who painted it believes the words are Shakespeare’s, just as I believe the words in Deuteronomy, Continue reading
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