"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
I woke to the sound of an early bird, a cardinal perhaps. But since that first song it's been still and quiet, a calm start to what I hope is a calm weekend.
It's time to get caught up on errands both inside and outside the house, time to collect myself before the changes to come.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
7:07 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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