Spring Newsletter I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older. ― Virginia Woolf I hope you’re continuing to keep safe and sane as we look forward to a change of season. During the months of quarantining—that are about...
Fall Newsletter Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of...
My friend Kristine—the genealogist who helped me to search for Sarah in Old New Worlds—sent me this quote from T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets: East Coker after I lost my sister, Anne, to pulmonary fibrosis three weeks ago. Anne was the one who brought our family’s African...
A couple of months ago, we were sitting with friends around our dining room table discussing the one thing that might seem the most out of character with our particular personality. My contribution to the conversation was that, despite being introverted, I have chosen...
