The Gate of Eternity

Our Fleeting Past and Boundless Future

Emma Willard, The Temple of Time

I don’t bear the burden of depression, but melancholy seems to have taken root at a young age. When I was a child of five or six, my mother gave me a nickel to walk to the Victory market in Dryden (near our home in upstate New York) and buy a fudgsicle. I vividly remember sitting on the curb with my dripping treat as the …