@claudiacasper@YouTube I think our equivalent is refusing to make more than one trip from the car and so staggering into the house laden with a vast number of bags and boxes.
What you have to decide, really, is whether to be crazy or not, and I haven’t the stamina, the pure, seething will, for prolonged craziness.
- “Bardon Bus”
@BradburyCenter My mother Carol Shields would have been thrilled to be in the marvellous company of Ray Bradbury and Ethel Payne. I love to imagine it possible that all three were chatting together and enjoying the moment. @SankofaTravelHr
We can’t resist this rifling around in the past, sifting the untrustworthy evidence, linking stray names and questionable dates and anecdotes together, hanging on to threads, insisting on being joined to dead people and therefore to life.
- “Messenger”
“What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you...They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.” —Anne Lamott
Here's a perfectly transcendent poem called "The Walnut-Cracking Machine" by Julie Berry. Clever, tender, heartwarming and nostalgic in a non-cloying, non-sentimental way. The poem will reward the time you take away from whatever you're doing to read it.
https://t.co/vk8WCMSzke