The little society, one and all, entered into this laudable design; and set themselves to exert their different talents. The little piece of ground yielded them a plentiful crop. Cunegund indeed was very ugly, but she became an excellent hand at pastrywork; Pacquette embroidered; the old woman had the care of the linen. There was…
I worked on the Invention until my hands shook. When I came home, if the house was empty, I practiced in a panic and, finally, it was almost right. On Wednesday, I went to Mr. Parker's and stood at the doorway, expecting something drastic and changed, but it was all the same. There were cookies…
And thus, without a wing, Or service of a keel, Our summer made her light escape Into the beautiful. -Emily Dickinson So, not only is today the first day of summer--an occasion worth celebrating--but we're also now several posts into this blog and the good old guilt has already started to set in; go figure,…
Dining with Dostoevsky 