For weeks and weeks now, I’ve had both Dickens’ Great Expectations and Lloyd Jones’ Mister Pip stacked by my monitor as a reminder to quickly summarize, for my blog, my response to the latter. And…
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In addition to yesterday’s tidbits from Nancy Milford’s Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay, here’s a deliciously cheeky line from a letter she wrote to her publishers. Having been drawing advances from…
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Right now, I’m caught up on marking ’til the onslaught of final papers this week, and prep is all done, so I’ve been finding some time to read for pleasure. I’m captivated by this biography…
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Again, so much to tell you about my weekend, that I think the numbered random observations are the way to go: 1. Saturday morning, Paul headed off to pick up some plants I’d put aside…
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For weeks and weeks now, I’ve been meaning to begin an occasional Poetry Thursday post, having been inspired by many I saw across the blogosphere over the past year or so. But each week, my…
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