Common Places

I can’t extract myself from the current of story and sit outside it for long. This has been the year of a long awaited spring, and then...

I found my eighteenth great grandfather’s (on my mother’s side) translation of Boethius into Middle English- on my own shelves Let’s walk...

There was a full moon on Twelfth Night. It rode low over the hills just to the North East with Mars high and to the right. Mist sat on...

There is a thing readers do, like mavens of fashion. We walk into our libraries of a fall evening and sigh - all these books and nothing...