“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” —Harper Lee The Pulitzer Prize winning novel “To Kill a Mockingbird” has been banned from school libraries and denounced for so-called racial slurs and profanity. The American Library Association keeps a database of objectionable reads and publishes a
Monthly Archives: September 2006
“Obviously you don’t like it,” I tell him. “Well, it needs a lot of work” He hears me hmpf! and then says, “You want my honest opinion, don’t you?” “I wasn’t asking for your HONEST OPINION.” I say the words in my most mocksome British accent. “I was just reading it to you.” He rolls
Buff, Thank you so much. In other news, I went to bed last night wearing my six-year old black glasses (I thought you ran over those.) and a homemade poultice of dry yeast and lemon juice on my face for spots. (Try an aspirin and water paste. The salicylic acid works wonders.) I was reading
“You know those 80 year old bird women who rattle around on their porch and throw things? Well, if you’re not careful. That’s gonna be you.” She doesn’t say a word, so I know she’s listening. “I’m serious. You’re headed down a slippery slope, lady. Full of cat hair, senility and tinned fruit.” She’s staring
“Buffy, you should blog about how you live your life in mild, hysterical panic and how you’d be much happier and more relaxed if you just learned to chill.”
Summer faded into fall and the leaves began to drop. To rot by the road and on the mountain side. Old Man Bishop killed a hog. Invited the whole town out for pulled pork and revival. The place needed a soul cleaning and a man from Alabama was coming to do just that. In a
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Today, I almost died. Here’s how. It’s been eight years since I traded in the Thunderbird for trains, tubes and taxis. Since I gave up private transport for the public kind. I know I sometimes moan about queues and time tables but the truth of it is, I enjoy being able to hail cabs from
This morning I went back to the village for a little photo rejuvenation facial. Walked by the apartment and felt sad. Someone had pulled the curtains and opened the windows to my used-to-be bedroom. I should really be unpacking and rearranging – so when I come home I’ll have something a little more orderly than
