. . . from Geoffrey Chaucer, who, as with so many other things, is often credited with starting it all. His dream vision poem, The Parliament of Fowls, was written about 1380 and begins with the narrator (who seems not to know how to love, has perhaps never been in love, and will very likely never… Continue reading Happy Seynt Valentyn’s Day!
Nothing is plumb, level, or square: the studs are bowed, the joists are shaky by nature, no piece fits any other piece without a gap or pinch, and bent nails dance all over the surfacing like maggots. By Christ I am no carpenter. I built the roof for myself, the walls for myself, the floors… Continue reading A Pre-Valentine’s Day Poem To Those Who Matter: Love Song: I and Thou
LOL. Dearest Andrea: Don't quit your day job. Love, RWKJ Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor… Continue reading Andrea Mitchell Puts Her Ivy-League Degree in English Literature* to Good Use
“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”–Anne Shirley When I was a child, and like many young girls, I loved Lucy Maud Montgomery’s* stories of Anne (with an “e”) Shirley and her guardians, Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, and… Continue reading Kindred Spirits
Oh, holy cow. It’s January 22. Exactly 120 years ago today that Queen Victoria popped her clogs breathed her last. I don’t know why the recency of that date surprises me so much. Perhaps because so many members of my family whom I remember were alive on that date. Great Granny, who was born four years… Continue reading The Widow At Windsor
Happy January 21! The sun has come up, the earth is still turning, and life goes on in these United States. Today is, according to legend, the 1717th anniversary of the martyrdom of St. Agnes of Rome, patron saint of young girls and defender of the chaste. Brutally murdered in AD 304 at the order… Continue reading “Lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon”
One of my favorite authors, Rudyard Kipling, died 85 years ago today. Eighty-five years. Lord, not all that long ago. I’m within two decades of that lived milestone myself. (I’m 66, for those of you who are keeping track, or who’d like to weigh in on what an irrelevant old hag I am.) On that… Continue reading “You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!”
As most of you know, I’m British. And as such, I generally try to keep a pretty stiff upper lip about things. Not to whine unduly. And when I do whine, I try to whine at the person or people who are at the root of my dissatisfaction or unhappiness, or in the case of… Continue reading Ave Atque Vale, Thou Bleak Midwinter of My Discontent!
“Well, I am afraid I can’t help you, Lestrade,” said Holmes. “The fact is that I knew this fellow Milverton, that I considered him one of the most dangerous men in London, and that I think there are certain crimes which the law cannot touch, and which therefore, to some extent, justify private revenge. No,… Continue reading ‘Elementary’ Justice?
I was lucky enough to view the pre-publication chapters of this book--Virga Joy (Or the Adventures of El Colonel de Corona), and to be able to weigh in, in a very small way, on its final content. It's a very pleasing work of escapist fiction, written, in its entirety, by a friend. Enjoy! And please… Continue reading Please Consider This Book–Perhaps As a Christmas Present