From the Desk of Kimberly Twain
Dear readers,
You may have noticed that things have been a bit quieter here lately.
The silence is not neglect. It is incubation.
Most of what I write begins with a question that refuses to sit politely in the corner. It paces the room. It pulls books from the shelf. It insists on long walks and historical detours. Eventually it begins to assemble itself into an essay.
That process has been happening quite actively behind the curtain.
A few pieces are in the works now, wandering through subjects I seem constitutionally unable to resist: democracy and its strange habits, history’s recurring characters, and the curious ways human beings manage to forget what they once knew perfectly well.
Mark Twain once observed that history doesn’t repeat itself, but it often rhymes. Lately the rhyming has been loud enough that it seemed worth taking a little extra time to listen carefully before writing it down.
Thank you for staying here while the next essays take shape.
More soon.
— Kimberly Twain
Twain’s Gazette