Again Mike Snider. I'm a big fan of his blog. I find his ability to speak of the personal in such a public forum not only admirable but sometimes breathtaking. I have a lot to learn from him, my genes obviously coming from that English side of my family that finds itself naturally reserved if not downright distant.
He writes an emotional piece on recovered memory and its resultant losses that is stark but fascinating. And the accompanying poem is pure heartbreak. Please read Old Songs in his So Much for Memory post.
GET OUT YOUR SMUDGING HERBS
-
Well, the Winter Solstice and Christmas are past, and now we are in what
the Germanic people call the Rauhnächte. It means “Rough Nights” now —
which rathe...
5 days ago

No comments:
Post a Comment