Thursday, July 19, 2012 at 12:53AM During our trip to Aspen, we were crazy enough to wake up a 15 month old baby at 4 a.m. to drive to Maroon Bells to see it in its sunrise glory. It was worth it.
Monday, July 16, 2012 at 12:16PM 
Floyd Burroughs, cotton sharecroppe
"Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long."
--Walker Evans
who began documenting the Great Depression in this date in 1936.
Thursday, July 5, 2012 at 12:35PM I really love the Writer's Almanac. The writers on that team constantly uncover fascinating bits of history about literary works and authors.
For example -- did you know that "The Scarlet Letter" was written with the financial support of Sophia Peabody Hawthorne? Evidently, when Nathaniel Hawthorne lost his job at the Salem Custom House, his wife, Sophia, surprised him by giving him money that she had saved up from her household allowance so that he could write a book. She bought his time so that he could write the book that became "The Scarlet Letter," published in 1850.
My first thought was, "Oh look! Another invisible woman making classic art possible, her name lost to history while a man's became important." But perhaps that's a bit born-again-feminist in tone. Also, it appears that they were a very happy couple, in love with each other and satisfied with their partnership.
My second thought was, "What a beautiful example of the ebb and flow of support between work and love," and "Every high school teacher should use that factoid to introduce the book to their students." I know I would have found the book much more interesting had I known how it came about.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012 at 12:00PM
The world will know and understand me someday. But if that day does not arrive, it does not greatly matter. I shall have opened the way for other women.
--George Sand, born Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin, July 1, 1804
May we all live that we open the way for other women.
Thursday, June 7, 2012 at 12:13AM Funny, touching blog post, titled "An open letter to all parents from a non-parent." I opened it carefully, afraid of what I might find.
I needn't have been scared. It's fantastic.
We have nothing left to prove.
And that is such a relief.
Good reading on the night of my son's 15 month birthday.
Especially when we ate dinner like this:
A self-portrait of us, after an attempted Skype date with friends in Virginia. Chris is not featured, as he is currently quarantined in the guest room with pinkeye.
Note: the seating arrangement was at the urgent request of the baby.
Nothing left to prove.