by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Aug 8, 2009 | life, shapes, the day, time |
“There is nothing to be done but go ahead with life moment by moment and hour by hour–put out birdseed, tidy the rooms, try to create order and peace around me even if I cannot achieve it inside me.” May Sarton. As the last days of summer float by,...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Jun 10, 2009 | Columbus GA, place, reading, the day |
Yesterday, June 9th, I sat and read under this little piece of sky–one of those skies that appeared still, the clouds unmoving. It looks like a sky that might be over you at the beach or in a meadow where you might be ripping a piece of baguette to go with a...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | May 12, 2009 | life, reading, the day |
Hey, do you remember in elementary school when there would be paper drives? You’d go around to your neighbors’ houses, maybe with your little brother’s red wagon, to collect all the newspapers they had. Well, I was thinking we’d have a comment drive. To collect all...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | May 10, 2009 | life, the day, truth |
My husband and son just left the house to take his mother (my son’s grandmother) to church and to lunch. I declined. It is, after all, Mother’s Day. As the mother, I should get to choose what I want to do. And I still choose what I began choosing that...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Apr 9, 2009 | catching moments, journeys, place, the day |
Last night around 10:15, I was driving into San Francisco and fireworks were going off across the bay. I got a little lost, but my gps saved me. Around eleven pm, I was crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. Amazing. Today, a gray day in Sausalito, I found a small,...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Mar 12, 2009 | journeys, place, the day |
“Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Daniel.” “When a library disappears, or a bookshop closes down, when a book is consigned to oblivion, those of us who know this place, its guardians, make sure that it gets here. In this place, books no...
