A Form of Courage Throughout the whole of this year, people have been calling me names.  Not exactly a assortment of pejoratives,...

The Last of Books at Christmas.... Finishing the List The weak winter sun has managed to break through the morning’s grey sky.  A singl...

Your Friend, Katharine, Who Always Gets You Into Trouble Nobody ever believed you when you were little, but any bad thing you got...

Books At Christmas, Part Two Your shopping bag is getting full, two people done. Now... further down the list..... Your Fri...

Books at Christmas The cold presses against the kitchen window, causing the steam from your coffee cup to whirl and dance in the ...

Thinking Beautiful Thoughts Once upon a time there was a little girl who was fascinated by the story of Peter Pan.  She particularl...

I am rich today with autumn’s gold, All that my covetous hands can hold; Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod, A goldfinch on a...