May 19, 2020
Gleanings
- In one of those ironies you might not even notice if you were swimming three times a week and driving to Edmonton, flying to Ottawa, the flowers have never been lovelier.
- As we speak, my mother is dying.
- What is even better than regular mail you ask? Why, book mail of course!
- What is going to happen to our whole lexicon of (germ-infested) interpersonal body language and gesture?
- What did you think? That a weeded garlic bed would somehow act as a charm against the dark?
- The novel worked for me as a reader, even if, when I sat back to think more about it, it hasn’t proved quite so satisfactory for me as a critic.
- My views are drastically altered, but I must accept it. Gradually, I will. I’m embracing the brightness and the new things out my window.
- In a world that’s on its head, it’s reassuring when we can count on a season to send an evening that is beautiful, and wholly familiar.
- I think we owe it to men to start telling them the truth.
- She wrote about women writing, living in the suburbs, having small children, in a way that gave me hope and acted in some ways as caution.
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I love your Gleamings section – even when I’m not included. I always find so many interesting things to read. My goal today is to read a number of these as my reading for the day.
Lovely! And I am so happy that you’re meeting your blogging goals.