It is Friday the 13th. The writers at Refuge Farm are aware of that, and traveling anyway on a gray morning. There is a luncheon to attend, and a book to be promoted. The Section pooled limited resources, hired our Bolivian driver, and are prepared to don acceptable Capital Area clothing and hurtle across the […]

(USS Yorktown in port Pearl Harbor, 29 May 1942 for combat repairs after the Battle of Coral Sea. The Shipyard had some timely orders to have her ready for sea in three days. Something big was in store. Photo USN). There is plenty to talk about this morning. Plenty of stuff overseas as the Russian […]

The crowd at the Fire Ring this morning was on hold until the new numbers were floated out of The Swamp to our north. There was speculation before the release. Agnes stopped by early to drop off some yarn for Melissa to attempt to crochet into something useful. She had stopped at the Safeway and […]

(USAID Director Samantha Power) The Writer’s Section was wrestling with the Weather Report for this week. The normal process is to try to distill the topics that are growing or diminishing, see how they fit together and how the various narratives about what they want us to believe is “news,” if it fits the Agenda. […]

The crowd was unruly at the Fire Ring this morning. You know why. It is Victory Day. Not one of ours, at least in current parlance. We helped Russia, then known by another name, to defeat a malignant government then located in the capital of one of our NATO Alliance partners. Obviously, thing were a […]

It is a tough morning getting ready for what is to come. It I supposed to be a day of joy to celebrate the Human miracle only mothers can deliver. In the background, the curious business of protestors outside the personal residences of Supreme Court Justices, by people who are protesting for the right of […]

(Betty Ann Foley, later Betty Foley Reddig, 1975). These are the Foley girls as mothers, circa 1953. The cousins are toddlers. Mom and I are in the middle. The Sisters have got their start out of the little River town where they were born, and they all accomplished something based on a drive as strong […]

The Writers Section was forced by the elemental power of gray rain from their usual place by the Fire Ring down behind the barn. The gray skies provided one of the motivational spirits in the circle. A couple members looked a bit under the weather, which is to say that it was the same weather […]