On the eve of the inaugural Lore Kephart Distinguished Historians Lecture Series program, my mother came to me in a dream. We were walking, down. To either side of us the view was green. There was an alter at the bottom of the hill, a white gleam, and something about its architecture that she wished to share with me. That was all. That, and she seemed to be at peace.
Published on September 30, 2009 03:15