A few years ago, I mentioned in a column my childhood dream of being a hermit, living in the top of a lighthouse and writing great literature. I no longer express that dream as I subsequently received numerous emails and comments regarding lighthouses for sale – in Wisconsin. When a link was forwarded by my husband, I decided to stay away from the topic.
Life is at times whonkeejawed. Now, this is a term I have heard my entire life. Only recently did I discover that not everyone is familiar with the word "whonkeejawed."
Each summer for the past seven years or so, my upcoming English I students have been required to read "A Tale of Two Cities." These students usually do not forgive me for this assignment until November or so.
As long as I can remember, I have had a recurring vision of my future. When I was a child, I wanted to grow up to be ... a hermit. I would live in a lighthouse - not the house at the bottom where the light-keeper lives, but in the tall structure where the light once shone. Here I would write my novels, lowering them by rope and basket to my kind editor awaiting them ...
It was the topic du jour during fall camp, but by the time Georgia traveled to South Carolina last Saturday, the fervor over Knowshon Moreno working as a punt returner had largely fizzled out.
There has been much talk lately of the strong influence of atheism in the book and movie "The Golden Compass." My youngest son, William, received that book from his devoutly Christian aunt several Christmases ago. An avid reader, he set it aside until recently and worked his way through several series books, including "The Chronicles of Narnia" and "Lord of the Rings" series. Just as he read his way to "The Golden Compass," ...
Recently, I was in a local grocery store at a very busy time. I decided to help bag groceries. It had always seemed like fun to me. I suppose I was in one of my ubiquitous philosophical moods, for it occurred to me that any job seems fun, for 10 minutes or so.
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