To say I’ve spent the better part of a lifetime chasing the light sounds philosophical. Perhaps, on some level, it is because I’ve done my share of looking for truth. Occasionally, I’ve even found a bit of it. More often, I’ve been… Read More ›

The Flowers

Robert Louis Stevenson The Flowers From Child’s Garden of Verses – – – All the names I know from nurse: Gardener’s garters, Shepherd’s purse Bachelor’s buttons, Lady’s smock And the Lady Hollyhock Tiny trees for tiny dames — These must be… Read More ›