Thoreau wanted to suck out all the marrow of life, Shakespeare reflected through Macbeth that all is shadow, that man struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and Frost pondered the road he didn’t take while walking the fence line replacing fallen stones with his neighbor. Dare I deign to be as clever, as poignant, as profound as those who wrote before me? Well, I wouldn’t be alive if I didn’t try.
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Is your blog named “Janie’s Chocolate Gravy” because your grandma made you chocolate gravy?
Yes. She was a Saint, and I miss her. And she loved to cook!