And a place for dreams
There were littler ones, babies even, hard as that is to consider. It looks to me as if the lineup in this proud old photo
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There were littler ones, babies even, hard as that is to consider. It looks to me as if the lineup in this proud old photo
In her illustrious family, Rosalie couldn’t help but feel crowded out. I mean, her siblings were a “who’s who” of life among the Omaha in
Couldn’t be more different, I suppose. In Rome’s famous Borgese Galleries’ Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s David is an immensely commanding presence that isn’t just to look at.
I am not a theologian on this blog, or a pastor. I have no authority to say this, but I think there’s a spiritual virtue
Right now, our big bluestem are heavy with seeds, the patch closest to my window sky high, seven feet, I’m sure. We planted them years
At 96 years old, Frederick Buechner left this vale of tears and passed, as my Native friends might say, into the spirit world. I should
That Alice Kirk Grierson loved her husband is clear from the letters she sent him, full of devotion that wasn’t simply practiced or platonic. For
That she might marry seemed so unlikely that the possibility never even arose. Her physical condition–she’s a quad, has been since birth–put marriage somehow out
“You’re going to be someone’s ancestor–act accordingly.” A big guy–I didn’t catch his name, but I’m sure he’s someone with standing–held forth at the Hollywood