Mary

Our book club - largely composed of women - contains a woman of a certain age - 95! Yesterday, after our discussion, her daughter arrived with the makings of a small surprise luncheon. It was a celebration of pure joy. Mary's body is frail, but her spirit is boundless. She was traveling through a vale of depression following her husband's death a few years ago, and discovered our group. While we have brought life to her, she has invigorated us as well. She reads every book and her comments and observations are just as pertinent as the woman in the next seat.

95. Should I live that long, I want to be attending a book club and reaching for the heart of literature and life, too!

To your health

I heard a most interesting quote this morning on NPR : "the inability to forgive is like taking a poison and expecting someone else to die."

Forgiveness.

Such a sweet sound but in reality a jagged concept to swallow.

How, when people - from criminals to family - cross your line of sensibility can you forgive, really?

Survival, pure and simple, when all is said and done.

That poison doesn't digest easily.