"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
Here at the lake it's 20 degrees cooler than home — and with two babies and two dogs, quite a bit more lively.
Two of us are working, two just left for a walk, two of us are napping (the under-one crowd) and the rest are figuring out what we'll do next.
It's August ... and the world is now this cottage near a lake.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
12:48 PM
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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