ROAD TRIP

My master teacher in training used to say that the opposite of love is fear. I had presumed it before that to be hate, but I now agree that hate springs from fear.  My prayers for the upset and bloodshed in France and all over the whole world, those unknown hot pockets of darkness, isContinue reading “ROAD TRIP”

WITH GRACE

I typed up a whole post about angst at work and then deleted it.  It was so viable when I was working on it, I felt so justified, so right.  Perhaps that was all that was needed to purge it, to write it out, I don’t know. I’m reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn andContinue reading “WITH GRACE”