A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Diary January 22, 1960: I Manage to Live without My Pocketbook

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"Becky" was Becky Pache, my penpal. She was from Pennsylvania. I loved a story about horses she had written in a children's magazine, and her bio blurb stated that she wanted penpals, so I began an enthusiastic correspondence with her, mostly about horses. (I was horse-crazy at the time.) After a few lackluster exchanges, she admitted that she was actually a dog person, not a horse person. I felt humiliated. Still do. We stopped writing after that.

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