April 6th, twothousandandten…
Writing that title makes me remember my self-scripting teacher in undergrad, Rosemary Quinn, and how she would so clearly and ritualistically STATE the date at the opening and closing of each of our sessions. It has stuck with me. And its funny, I use it for all sorts of things. When I'm having a sad or rough patch in my day (or week or year for that matter), I tend to find some sky to look up at, and I