Husband as Muse
A few weeks ago, I danced over to Jazz’s blog and enjoyed a welcome surprise: her post that day had been hand-written. It startled me how much I liked seeing her handwriting and not just her typing; it reminded me of the individual behind the blog; it gave me a glimpse into her Herishness.
Hence, I’ve co-opted that idea, as you can see below (click on the image to enlarge it–and then zoom in even more!). While my handwriting has never been stellar, it has seen a marked degeneration in the last two decades, as I’ve graded thousands of student essays. As well, I wrote the page below as we drove 70 mph on the highway last night, after dark, heading home from a holiday weekend away. All that in mind, you can still accuse me of being illegible, and I’ll have to nod in agreement.