
A writer’s duty is twofold: “the refusal to lie about what one knows and the resistance against oppression.” Albert Camus, his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, 1957. Continue reading “A Writer’s Duty”

A writer’s duty is twofold: “the refusal to lie about what one knows and the resistance against oppression.” Albert Camus, his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, 1957. Continue reading “A Writer’s Duty”
I have dealt with tragedy before.
This is what I know.
It is hard everytime.
The road may be different but pain always shows its face.
People can be wonderful.
People can be cruel.
People can be clueless. Continue reading “Thoughts…”
Notes from my recent British Columbia, Canada road trip.
First stop, Victoria for a few days and then up to Whistler for a long, relaxing break. Continue reading “Road trip!”

Forget my well-laid plans.
Ignore reminders from my Google calendar.
Eat hastily prepared meals.
Respond quickly and tersely to texts and phone calls.
I can’t tear myself away from this book!

Feeling down about the state of the world?
Perhaps these thoughts from E.B. White will provide hope and comfort.
He wrote this letter in 1973 to Mr. Nadeau who was despondent about the fate of the human race.
Early morning thoughts as I look across the harbor in Victoria, BC. as the sun comes up.
It is a beautiful scene. It is wonderful to be alive. Continue reading “Living Today”
September 1.
The end of summer.
The true beginning of the new year in some respects. Continue reading “Bye Bye Summer”
The passage “What is Rome?” below is from Four Seasons in Rome by Anthony Doerr.
I read a few pages of his book every few days. It is like sitting down with a friend.
I am learning a lot from his experiences living in Rome with his wife and twins.
This was a book club selection for my Italian Book Club.* Some loved this book. Some found it boring.
Read reviews at Four Seasons in Rome….

“What is Rome? …
“It’s like America before coffee was “to go”, when a playground was a patch of gravel, some cigarette butts, and an uninspected swing set; when everybody smoked, when businesses in your neighborhood were owned by people in your neighborhood; when children still stood on the front seats of moving cars and spread their fingers across the dash.
“It’s a health-care service that ensures assistance to both Italians and foreigners in an equal manner and allows a doctor to make a decision such as keeping Shauna overnight without having to worry about costing her several thousand dollars.
“It’s our friend Cristiano Urbani, who is the first male in his family in at least four generations not to become a fishmonger…..
“It’s an economy in recession, the lowest birthrate in Europe (1.3 children per woman), 40 percent of thirty-to thirty-four year olds still living with their parents.
“It’s a place where stoplights are open to interpretation, lattes should never be ordered after lunch, and a man is not considered a failure if he’s forty years old and still spinnig dough in a pizzeria.
“It’s a country where parents let their kids play soccer in the streets and walk home from school unaccompanied, where your first thought when you see an adult man talking to a child in the street is not necessarily child molester. ” Four Seasons in Rome
I miss the somewhat “good old days” when kids walked to school, we did not lock our houses or cars and people knew their neighbors.
I miss small stores where I could receive help before and after the purchase. The owners were often on the premises and lived in town.
I miss Walter Cronkite.
I grew up with opportunities.
I grew up safe, fed and clothed.
I want the same for all children.

An early morning walk…
The perfect start to my day.
Just my dog and me.
Quiet and cool along the water.
Good morning!
Here’s a healthy breakfast to start the day. Continue reading “Breakfast of Champions #1”