Two days before the turning of the seasons from summer to autumn, I am building this blog.

It is an inevitability that we must snatch the moments for personal projects wherever we can, when our lives are filled with children, work, chores, responsibilities. Add on to that a rapid decline and death of a loved family member, a quick turn-around to a funeral, and a friend from overseas whose visit, originally intended to see the deceased, is a week too late, and those moments are very few and precious. So I am in the car, writing by streetlight and screen glow, at its lowest level. Four children sleep in the back, propped up by various fixtures of carseats, shoulder belts, or cupholders. A podcast about the rediscovery of the sunken Endurance, doomed ship of Ernest Shackleton, keeps my husband awake while he drives.

There is nothing to say, in particular, nothing of value or importance to communicate. There is no content here. Only the semi-exhausted thoughts and impressions late on a Saturday night. People are worth the work. Children are more delight than effort. Teaching is learning. Learning is what keeps me human and alive. History is complicated but the complications are worth sifting through, even if we can never hope to fully comprehend it.

Welcome to the Lorehouse. I hope we learn a lot together.