The Library of Sham

  Books at our House. August, 2011. Judging by Covers Once, many years ago, I visited a new friend. As she left me in her living room while she prepared coffee, I browsed her bookshelf. Picking up a old-looking copy of War and Peace, I opened the book. Inside the dust jacket was a cookbook! […]


>Seeking Refuge in my Office

>  My Office. Sometimes, My Sanctuary. When Work is Rest One little phone call had ruptured our Saturday afternoon as surely as a needle sinks a bright red balloon, draining its helium like blood from a vein. We’d abandoned our plans and raced eighty miles to San Diego, where my mother-in-law lay in a hospital […]


Seeking Refuge in my Office

 My Office. Sometimes, My Sanctuary. When Work is Rest One little phone call had ruptured our Saturday afternoon as surely as a needle sinks a bright red balloon, draining its helium like blood from a vein. We’d abandoned our plans and raced eighty miles to San Diego, where my mother-in-law lay in a hospital bed, […]


Seeking Refuge in my Office

 My Office. Sometimes, My Sanctuary. When Work is Rest One little phone call had ruptured our Saturday afternoon as surely as a needle sinks a bright red balloon, draining its helium like blood from a vein. We’d abandoned our plans and raced eighty miles to San Diego, where my mother-in-law lay in a hospital bed, […]


Seeking Refuge in my Office

 My Office. Sometimes, My Sanctuary. When Work is Rest One little phone call had ruptured our Saturday afternoon as surely as a needle sinks a bright red balloon, draining its helium like blood from a vein. We’d abandoned our plans and raced eighty miles to San Diego, where my mother-in-law lay in a hospital bed, […]