The quote in question

Brain things

Months ago I found this quote in a book, and ever since it has hung above my kitchen sink, the place where I find it easiest to brood and stew. It’s been a reminder I need. Every time you criticize someone, you condemn yourself. It takes one to know one. Judgmental criticism of others is […]

May 9, 2017

Concerning rain

Growing stuff, Literature

Confession: I am a sunshine lover, but oh, the nice rich rain! All day it has fallen; and if it nourishes even me, how must the grass feel? ***** It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old–three, was it, […]

June 6, 2013

The second year

Growing stuff, Literature

In by Louis Sachar, Stanley Yelnats is sentenced to eighteen months at a boys’ penitential camp, where each boy must dig a five-foot hole in the desert every single day. Five feet across in every direction, five feet deep. “If you take a bad boy and make him dig a hole every day in the hot sun, it […]

May 17, 2013

A soft black drizzle


Confession: I adore long, slow books with words like magic—Dickens and Bleak House at the moment. Source: Claude Monet, The Houses of Parliament (Effect of Fog), 1903, oil on canvas, public domain on wikipedia ***** Assignment: Shari Zook, please describe the state of the city in the painting above. “Alright. Here goes: London was full of […]

January 31, 2013