A Bookcase

November 16, 2010

When I stepped into Nona’s office it seemed more light-filled and spacious. Then I realized that a bookcase was gone. And, though I know clearing the dross of multiple editions of Shakespeare or Marlow or Elizabeth was a necessary exercise, I felt a little sad. It wasn’t the contents or their container that I missed. It was the time we had spent in their company. Read the rest of this entry »