My grandfather moved away from South Bend, Indiana to a retirement community an hour from Salem, Oregon sometime in his eighties so that he could die. It wasn’t necessarily that he needed to uproot himself to die for himself, far from the place where he worked all of his life and raised a family. It was that Salem was where his younger daughter and her physician husband lived. The theory was that the physician husband would be best capable to take care of my grandmother, once my grandfather was unable to take care of her.

It should be noted, that there wasn’t anything acutely wrong with my grandmother, although she was maybe a bit on the frail side and had a stent in her heart from a moderate heart attack some years prior or that she had broken her knee cap having tripped outside the Kroger. I think it had more to do with the societal norms and gender roles of those who were born in the 1910s and had survived both the Great Depression and World War II. Wives were supposed to be taken

It is one of the lines of the beatitudes that gets repeated so much we forget what it means.

Matthew 5:6 Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.

Wow, that sounds serious. We can just imagine what it feels like to strive for righteousness, to be that clean, pure, self-contained person, maybe sitting in their toga and insisting that everyone just try to do better, with a serene patience.

Liverwurst and Little League were two of the most interesting words I read in the first chapter or two of "A Wrinkle In Time", and I am still trying to place them. As some of you might have been aware, I have read a lot of Young Adult Fantasy, but somehow I have not read "A Wrinkle In Time", or at least, I haven't finished it. And in fact, even more oddly, I don't know much about it. When was this book published? Who was its target audience? I do know that it won a Newberry Medal and was