The Summer of the Dormouse

When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning — how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.

[Lord Byron]

I am a woman with faith, a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend. In all these roles I strive to be me, just as much as I can.

This blog will be about faith, politics, injustice, history, poetry – and whatever else stirs my imagination. Please feel free to comment, or not, as you wish.