Being able to plan for a period of illness with a finite timeline and a known positive outcome is like preparing for birth
. . . my life is ripe and full and luscious . . . Like aging, this opportunity to mature and learn is a gift . . .
Right now, there are slips of memories flitting through my head, shapes and shadows of people I've known. There must be some key to keeping those people fresh in your life, in your mind, but I have never known it.
Yesterday was Madeleine L'Engle's birthday. Her work was formative for me as a young girl, first as a reader (her most famous main character's name is Meg, after all), and then as a writer. My first short story when I was young was about time travel. Her characters and storylines gave me hope. She wrote... Continue Reading →