Somewhere close to 60 years ago my grandmother planted these “champagne” irises. They’ve survived droughts, freezes, and then 18 years of neglect after she died. More recently they survived being dug up and moved to my house. I’ve been watching them, anticipating the day they would burst forth. Today was a perfect spring day. I brought Augustine’s Confessions outside to read after it got too sunny to keep weeding. A […]
Friendship can only exist between good men. This is what Cicero said in his letter called On Friendship. I decided to read it tonight after seeing it referenced in St. Augustine’s Confessions, which I’m working my way through this month. Is it true that friendship can only exist between good men? Well, to parse it some, I’d argue that friendship can exist between good women as well as between a […]
I once worked with a woman who believed the lyrics to Sheryl Crow’s song went, “All I want to do is Hooked on Phonics until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard.” Listen to the song. It really does sound like that. I’ve sung Hooked on Phonics ever since, in homage to Jennifer. Besides having a street in L.A. named after her, St. Monica is famous for being the […]
Flabby Brain 