“The Lao think the foggy mists are ghosts, and I do, too.” —Anne Lamott, Stiches, A Handbook on Meaning, Hope, and Repair What is it?” Lori asked me. It was early when we stepped out on the front porch. I’d never seen anything quite like it. Usually, we sit on the back porch in warm …
I’ve hesitated about writing, but you might as well know how I feel about you since you left me months ago. I was grateful to be over you and was hoping never to see the likes of you again, but they tell me you and all your cousins, variants they call them, will be a …
Listening to “When You Wish Upon a Star” soothed me when I was a child, just as it did to Pinocchio when Jiminy Cricket sang it to him. If you’re like me, you can sing along, “When you wish upon a star/Makes no difference who you are/Anything your heart desires/Will come to you.” Part of …