"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
That's a lot of souls. According to the Population Reference Bureau, about 109 billion. And every one of them once a life, a presence, a story.
I don't know about you, but this day feels more sacred to me than all the others.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
3:54 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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