No Need to Look Underneath

The sixty-five-year-old oak table was distressed in a way that depicted use—depicted life. One leg lurched from a long-ago break, steadied now by a flat stone tucked beneath it. Burn marks, water rings, scratches, scars, and discoloration covered its surface. And yet, beneath the browns, grays, and charcoal shadows of use and misuse, a hint … Continue reading No Need to Look Underneath

We Have All Taken, Our Eyes Off the Mark 

When I was working for the University, about twenty-five or twenty-six years ago, I worked with a lady that had previously been part of the Polish Olympic archery team. (I will call her Beth here in the blog, although that was not her name.) Beth actually competed in the Olympics in Atlanta in 1996. She … Continue reading We Have All Taken, Our Eyes Off the Mark