There isn't any easier way to say this ( Read more... )

(There is always a last time for everything.)

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

Another of the Great Ones is gone.

Thank you for everything, Sir Arthur, and Godspeed.

From smallship1:

If there is someone that you miss dearly, for any reason, post this exact sentence in your journal.

Yeah.

Madeleine L'Engle dies at age 88.

Just last month I finally gave up on finding my long-missing copy of A Wrinkle In Time and bought a new one. And have since reread it, along with A Wind In The Door and A Swiftly Tilting PlanetI found myself impatient with some of the dialogue that I found pleasingly profound as a child, and less willing to ( Read more... )

No. Oh, no.

John M. Ford has died.

I just. I never met him, but ... this is the man who wrote 110 Stories. This is the man whose poetry taught me how to write a sestina.

Dammit.

Where I was, 9/11/2001 and following.

What I still consider the definitive poem on the subject: John M. Ford's 110 Stories.

My mother's mother passed away this morning. The funeral is this afternoon at about two.

I may be writing more about this later.

I know a lot of you have heard this by now from Alex's LJ, but I felt I should probably say so anyway.

My husband's elderly cousin Jordan Cohn passed away Wednesday.

Everyone's been asking if we're okay, and it's hard to say clearly. I think the best way to sum it up is: things aren't okay, but we're okay. If you appreciate the distinction ( Read more... )

I want to write about my grandfather tonight.

Tonight is his yahrtzeit, the first anniversary of his death according to the Jewish calendar. I couldn't write much at all about it at the time. I'm still not sure I can ( Read more... )

It's come to my attention that I really do need a This Sucks icon. But I don't have one. So for right now I want you all to imagine that I have one, and I'm using it ( Read more... )