I am devoutly grateful for the lives of Will’s two older brothers who have mourned him with me and yet managed to go on.
Blog Posts about My Family
A big resort in the mountains of West Virginia, called The Greenbrier, figured often in my great-grandmother Sallie’s tales of her girlhood in Richmond.
I’ve once again chosen my most popular posts of 2018, based on visits, comments, Tweets and Facebook likes.
As a child, I planted seeds every spring and knew how likely it was that, when I forgot to water them, they would never spring from the dry earth.
I did make some progress… although probably my greatest accomplishment was mayonnaise made in a blender.
The art of losing, if it can even be called an art, can’t be mastered.
Like the medieval desert mendicants, holy men who lived their lives in remote caves and were sometimes fed by ravens, Will had long ago lost any interest in possessions, or any taste for food.
What is it about our world that destroys our young men?
As this year comes to a close (some might say thankfully), I’ve once again chosen my most popular posts of 2017, based on visits, comments, Tweets and Facebook likes.
Something in our basic human nature calls for ritual celebration with other people, even if the other people are strangers.