What to Do with Rage The icy Sunday morning found me in bed, engrossed by a book of John Singer Sargent’s watercolors. The thought of lingering under the covers all but overwhelmed me. Once a reticent sun crept over the hills, though, our three dogs began their whoofing and baying.
Nice work as always, Syd. I particularly enjoyed the evocative essay. With so much rage bubbling these days, the loving the sinner message is well taken- hard though it may be. Also, it was generous of you to include the very nice guest piece.
Nice work as always, Syd. I particularly enjoyed the evocative essay. With so much rage bubbling these days, the loving the sinner message is well taken- hard though it may be. Also, it was generous of you to include the very nice guest piece.
Ed