Girl Reading by Winslow Homer, circa 1879.
The frontispiece from Gentle Julia by Booth Tarkington. 1922. Illustrated by: C. Allan Gilbert and Worth Brehm.
On his way home from Indiana, I hope. For two golden, precious days he’s mine again. Until then, I am jittery with anticipation. I cannot sit still. I cannot write. All I can do is smile.
“”I would always rather be happy than dignified.”-Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
When it comes to feelings, writers often over-write. We embellish, write in circles, whip out florid phrases. All in an effort to tell someone how much they mean to us, when a simple, “I love you,” would do. Today is Mother’s Day in the US, and I only need four words.
I LOVE YOU, MOM.
“Adversity” illustration by Edith Mahier, from the Tulane University yearbook. 1915.
Our Internet is functioning again. I repeat: our Internet is functioning again! Please bear with me as I try to manipulate my professional life back to some kind of recognizable order. It might take a few days. Thank you for your patience. My readers are the best readers. Don’t even try to deny it, lovelies. This is how I feel right now, in no small part because of you…
The Internet Goblins still have the upper hand, but not for long: everything will be fixed on Friday. I cannot wait to wholeheartedly re-join the WordPress community with deeper quality content than what I’ve been able to post these last few days. Thanks for hanging in there, dear readers. You are the best!
This is how I feel after 5 days without Internet access.
Tulipes perroquet, fond bibliotheque by Felix Vallotton, 1920.