Each new morning we are presented with a day of opportunities to create, to serve, to live; or as the poet and short story writer Louise Fletcher put it, to begin again. Fletcher surely experienced an intense desire to begin again. Married to the brilliant, but alcoholic novelist and playwright Booth Tarkington in 1902, Louise and Booth had a daughter in 1906. Unable to abide with her husband’s drinking, Louise divorced Booth in 1911, when Laurel was only 5. Laurel developed schizophrenia and died at 16. It was out of this upheaval, that Louise Fletcher wrote the oft-quoted poem that I want to center our thoughts on today:
I wish that there were some wonderful place

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