Here's Wilda!

Although I started on her more than a month ago, she was only finished yesterday.

Death, be not proud . . .

My husband's Mother died this morning.  She was 96.

I feel sure God took her up years ago when she became something other than herself.
I'm sure she stepped through the door full of curiosity, wonder and greeting.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls . . .

Sooooo, the two years in the last hundred where the income gap has been the greatest-- were 1928 and 2007. Does the year 1928 'ring a bell' (maybe the one, in this case, that CLOSES the stock market). I started with the word 'so' just to be trendy.

Renewal?

I've just come back from a week at Chautauqua with Gary and am almost afire with possibilities. Strangely enough I seem to be obsessed with Poetry first of all, then Music, then History.  I've not particularly ever believed in renewal.  Now, I think I do.