God placed the gift upon those who create and build. There is something viscerally satisfying about the act of creation, be it a work of art, a cord of neatly stacked firewood, or replacing the wiring in my Victorian-era farmhouse. The wiring was decrepit when the house was finally sealed up, and [...]

Posted on May 2nd, 2004 by Zsallia
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Jeremy betrayed me. He told me he had done it in a letter he wrote some few days before his death, but in that letter he made it clear he expected I would not learn of his act for some time:
“I know you, my love. I know this missive shall remain unread [...]

Posted on November 9th, 2003 by Zsallia
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Regarding Love, Hope and the nature of Man. What follows is a synthesis of two letters which are my end of an on-going correspondence with another blogger, whom I quote here only briefly as I never requested his permission to post his letters entire.

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Posted on October 4th, 2003 by Zsallia
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Who was Jeremy? Why did I love him? Why is he such a powerful presence in my life? Why am I so inadequate to the task of describing him?
Jeremy was the eldest son and expected to take on his father’s law practice. There were his younger brother Reginald, and Catherine, [...]

Posted on September 29th, 2003 by Zsallia
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Why would I allow myself to love? For me love is both a selfish indulgence and an invitation to despair. It is destructive to the object of my affections, for if they return my love they make themselves a part of a relationship that will can only leave them childless and in [...]

Posted on September 25th, 2003 by Zsallia
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