Another Year Underway. . .
The Christmas wreath has been taken down, but I’m not ready to strip it yet. Perhaps the sparrows will enjoy it, out in the “terrace” (our condo rooftop, covered with trees, shrubs, perennials in containers).…
View PostThe Christmas wreath has been taken down, but I’m not ready to strip it yet. Perhaps the sparrows will enjoy it, out in the “terrace” (our condo rooftop, covered with trees, shrubs, perennials in containers).…
View PostFirst of all, Happy New Year to all of you! I am so grateful to you for reading and commenting here, and I’m looking forward to another year of sharing booktalk with you. But I’m…
View PostOdds and Ends this morning, and then I’m off to meet my sister for a walk in the rain — walking together outdoors is the only socializing we’re currently permitted here, outside of our immediate…
View PostMy November reading didn’t begin as auspiciously as did recent months’, but it was full of gems nonetheless. Here’s the list: — Terry Hayes’ I Am Pilgrim (international political thriller) — Elif Batuman’s The Idiot (literary fiction;…
View PostFriday, I wrote this. . . after deleting two other half-hearted attempts that my very vocal inner critic deemed banal or overly self-indulgent. . . Today is tough. No single reason, nor any serious one.…
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