Thinking about Annie Dillard’s “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives” and Joan Didion’s “Every day is all there is.”
Thinking about Mary Oliver’s "Each of us is given only so many mornings to do it — to look around and love” and Ilya Kaminsky’s “Is it foolish to speak of little joys that occur in the middle of tragedy? It is our humanity. Whatever we have left of it. We must not deny it to ourselves.”


















