“It isn’t what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.” ~Jane Austen English novelist Jane Austen was born on this day in 1775.
“It isn’t what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.” ~Jane Austen English novelist Jane Austen was born on this day in 1775.
“History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.” ~Edna O'Brien Irish novelist, memoirist, playwright, poet, and short-story writer Edna O'Brien was born on this day in 1930.
Observing the nearly empty village from their hilltop viewpoint, the group timed the movements of the few guards they saw, planning their approach to the large tower. As they watched, the mist-shrouded form exited the building, trailed by a guard. They headed toward the ruins. Several dozen heartbeats later, the High Priest and his guard … Continue reading Recovering the Relics
“In order to see where we are going, we not only must remember where we have been, but we must understand where we have been.” ~Ella Baker African-American civil rights and human rights activist Ella Baker was born on this day in 1903.
“Let me be content with being happy, without sighing that I am not distinguished.” ~Anna Seward English Romantic poet Anna Seward was born on this day in 1742.
This has been a frustrating and depressing week as our building process is in limbo. I called our sales rep this week to ask about the status of getting someone to drag our modular up the hill. The news was dismal, to say the least. All the macho men who last summer crowed about how … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 122
“But silence is where victims dwell.” ~Nelly Sachs German-Swedish poet and playwright Nelly Sachs was born on this day in 1891.
“Just an hour with you, and I understand why we had to meet.” ~Joan Armatrading Kittitian-English singer-songwriter and guitarist Joan Armatrading was born on this day in 1950.
“We all of us deserve happiness or none of us does.” ~Mary Gordon American writer Mary Gordon was born on this day in 1949.
The party headed back toward the village, approaching from the west. Sitting atop a hill overlooking the town, they saw very little activity at first. Three men were dragged into the courtyard under guard a quarter candle later. They watched as the guards backed away when a priest in black and red robes appeared. “Wonder … Continue reading Investigating the Cultists
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