A life in words

  • France and America

    France is a lovely country. Paris, a delightful city. The attacks last week were a disgusting expression of an empty ideology that hurts its practitioners and its victims both. The outpouring of support and solidarity that people around me have shown for France frankly caught me by surprise. It seems we’re past the old pettiness…

  • Timpanogos

    Timpanogos

    I’m terrified of heights. For nearly all of my life this instinctive fear has kept me far, far away from yawning chasms, precipitous drops, and freaky precipices. But somehow, in recent years, I’ve found myself called by the allure of high places—their very horror makes them weirdly attractive, and they’ve become a challenge, a quest.…

  • “Sometimes even to live is an act of courage”

    I found myself thinking about courage tonight, and found a quote that I liked a good deal: Sometimes even to live is an act of courage. —Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Letters to Lucilius I guess I related to it since I’ve gone through periods in life where just putting one foot in front of the other…

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun (1951), act 1