Category Archives: Non-fiction

Some more motley adventures

After last week’s flurry of activity, maybe just one post this week is good. Anyway, it’s been crazy as far as school goes, and this weekend, D. v., I’ll be at Lupercalia — so next week you’d get a lot … Continue reading

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Concerto da Camera, Part II

Dr Rieppel and LauraLee and a few others were already at First Lutheran when Olivia and I got there. We set up stands and chairs and whatnot and then waited around for other people to show up and the dress … Continue reading

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Concerto da Camera, Part I

One day while LauraLee and I were going through music in the library after the December concert, Dr Rieppel came in and asked if we’d seen his baton anywhere. We hadn’t, but he searched the Carol Sing anyway. As of … Continue reading

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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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