#37.8, Weds., Oct. 19, 2022

Historical setting: 589 C.E. Bertigan’s Estate near Tours          Tonight we are guests of the Count’s where the people are my own family. Here, my son Ezra is now the elder patriarch. Everyone calls him “Papa” and they help him from the chair. When he speaks they listen. When they speak I wonder if heContinue reading “#37.8, Weds., Oct. 19, 2022”

Post #30.11, Weds., March 23, 2022

Historical setting: 589 C.E. The cottage in the mountains          I’ve always imagined finding Anatase and it would be a happy reunion, abundant gratitude and endless hopes fulfilled. I’ve done nothing here but stare into the deep sky and I feel like she’s blaming me for all her hurt just because of my gender.         Continue reading “Post #30.11, Weds., March 23, 2022”

Post #26.13, Tuesday, Nov. 30, 2021

Historical setting: 588 C.E. Forest Primeval          Thole is defiant. Grieving for Eve who raised him through his childhood, then he left her in her blindness to go back to his father to take the responsibilities of a farmer. Maybe he feels the same guilt as I, who also abandoned Eve in her silent, uncomplainingContinue reading “Post #26.13, Tuesday, Nov. 30, 2021”

Post #26.11, Weds., Nov. 24, 2021

Historical setting: 588 C.E. Forest Primeval          The long board for men dining at this feast is in the main hall amid a décor of a sword and the yellow banner. I’m seated here mid-table with this multitude of men.  Count Bertigan is at the head. The women here will join us later for theContinue reading “Post #26.11, Weds., Nov. 24, 2021”

#19.3, Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Historical setting: Inside a daub and wattle sepulcher — 584 C.E.          “Anatase, Anatase, you naughty child! You know you are not to go near that place! We’ve been looking for you everywhere. You have to tell your teacher when you leave the house. She was so worried when you weren’t in your bed.”         Continue reading “#19.3, Wednesday, April 7, 2021”

Post #18.7, Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Historical setting: Sixth Century Bordeaux          Darkness impedes our tour of the work on the basilica, and August is anxious to go on to see his family. I’m looking for a way to be the silver cup in Benjamin’s bag who helps the reunion become something joyful and not a tirade of remembrances of envyContinue reading “Post #18.7, Tuesday, March 16, 2021”