Everyday I wake up and my small world is the same.
These little handprints are on the sidewalk in a little town in Alabama.
Try as I might I could not make out all of the names.
Too much time and too much weather had taken their toll. Continue reading “There but for the grace of God…”
I miss Julia.
Sometimes my need to know the “rest of the story” competes with not wanting to let the main character go by finishing a book.
I can be almost finished with a book but find that I have to force myself to read the final chapter.
This is the case with Julia, the main character in Julia’s Violinist.
“Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party” *
Like many things from my youth, this particular phrase had no meaning to me.
It was merely a mindless typing drill from when I learned to type years ago.
That is, until today, when I took Ginny for a walk in downtown Lake Oswego, Oregon.
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