Category Archives: Non-fiction

Time to Breathe, part III

(Continued from the previous two days’ posts) Then Dr Rieppel strode in with his coat-tails flying and a beaming face, and the people, seeing him for whom they looked, began to clap with right good will. Kayla and I slipped … Continue reading

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Time to Breathe, part II

(Continued from yesterday’s post) At three thirty we were supposed to start moving things from FA to Holy Redeemer. Dr Rieppel had offered some of his students the opportunity to help us in lieu of having to write a research … Continue reading

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Time to Breathe

Yesterday was a perfect whirlwind, and I feel like I’m still catching my breath, physically and figuratively. We had a snowstorm the night before, which didn’t much affect the roads to school, I thought. Olivia was coming down with me … Continue reading

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“What brings thee to such a biting pickle?”

(Or in the Italian, “ma che ti mena a si pungenti salse?” The Inferno of Dante, Canto XVIII, line 51. It’s not from the part I wrote a paper on, but the book naturally opens to that page every time, … Continue reading

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In Which I mistake my finger for a loaf of bread

I was going to be on top of things last week and brush up The Colour of Life for beta-reading, and do a blog post, and check the list of future papers to get ahead — and then I found … Continue reading

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Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

I didn’t post on Saturday, as the astute among you will have perceived. For some reason it slipped my mind until it was too late. I reached 51,500 words in Of the North! I estimate about 30,000 to go. It’s all … Continue reading

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In Which I write about good things and heresy

This afternoon I am in the basement puzzling over a laundry conundrum, while my sister has tea and cookies with one of her girl friends upstairs. I’ve got a comfy blanket, a buffalo rug, and baroque guitar music, and The Fellowship … Continue reading

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