Tag Archives: Merle Shain

Unlearning our anger

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe.  I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; … Continue reading

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On the sweet sorrow of parting with my books

I’ve always liked a good book, whether for information, a good story, or shared wisdom. Years ago, I met a fellow who felt similarly about them, calling books “friends. Because I was only 16, I may have heard what he … Continue reading

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