"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Sunday, July 12, 2026
A friendship divided...
Saturday, March 28, 2026
Busy Saturday...
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Thursday, October 31, 2024
Until next year...
31 October 2024: “[Baseball] breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall all alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.”― A. Bartlett Giamatti, Take Time for Paradise: Americans and Their Games
Sunday, October 20, 2024
"Whitman, Melville, and Baseball"
Friday, October 18, 2024
Game 3...
Monday, October 14, 2024
Quiet Monday evening...
Sunday, August 18, 2024
Yankees vs. Tigers
Friday, June 7, 2024
Quiet Friday evening...
7 June 2024: After a rather nice day--a bit of work at the office, a long lunch with a dear friend, and the first provost search committee meeting--I am enjoying a really lovely summer evening. The front window and back door are open and there's just the perfect little breeze. The girls are either snoozing or looking outside. I am tinkering away at some not-terrible work. The Yankees are playing the Dodgers and I am getting to watch it on TV. Lovely, lovely, lovely.


