Friday, February 23rd, 2018

I don’t know if that’s true or not, but contributor Linda seems to think so, drawing once again on her former life with parents and siblings. And on her memory, which just may have a few holes in it. Shakespeare was a black blur thrown furiously across the front yard almost into the street. Actually […]

The following is a guest essay by daughter Linda, now somewhat older than she was on this particular fishing trip. I was chilled lying on the bottom of the boat, rocking gently. I stared up into the fading light and watched the bottoms of the clouds brushed with gold. I felt happy, it was true. […]

Well, if I can use a gratuitous exclamation point for one post, I guess I can do it for another. Daughter Linda doesn’t know it yet, but she has just become an author on the Orlop. She opined as follows in an e-mail: Did someone say BP? Ah well, I must weigh in, though as […]