Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
It is so urgent to write when you feel things. Maybe it's just my limited skill as a writer, but I feel I can only write well when my emotions are strong. It's a real shame because there are events I'd like to record. Like when it finally sunk in that Janet was a girl.
Friday, April 9, 2010
These memories by no means represent the wealth and depth of knowledge that my parents imparted on me. Just two snippets.
Today in my yard I saw violets blooming. As a sometime gardener and a lackadaisical weeder, I know full well that violets, though pretty in April, take up valuable lawn space and lead to weeds later in the year. Doesn't matter. I still love my violets.