I don’t know about you, but if I had a daughter with an auto immune disorder that attacked her skin cells and prevented them from making pigment, I wouldn’t look at her and say “Wow. You’re really pale.” This is what my mother said to me last week. I felt like Ricky Gervais in the
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Last week the winner of the Orange Broadband Prize for Fiction was announced – British author Rose Tremain’s novel The Road Home. Other shortlisted nominees: Nancy Huston, Fault Lines; Sadie Jones, The Outcast; Charlotte Mendelson, When We Were Bad; Heather O’Neill, Lullibies for Little Criminals; and Patricia Wood, Lottery. The Bridgeport Prize International Creative Writing
It was ’round about this time, in 1867, that Mark Twain set out on his grand tour of Europe and the Middle East. The letters he wrote, to be published in papers back home, became the basis for a book. Hemingway, whom I’m slowly falling in love with again, once said that all modern American
My grandmother’s not the biggest fan of Ralph Stanley. But it’s not Ralph’s fault. “Bill use to follow him around every weekend. Playing music. He’d leave me at home.” Bill’s her husband. Bill is Pa. When we got there. By the time we left there were about six more fiddlers, bass players and guitarists. My
Socratic, romantic, nihilistic. Post modern. Honestly. Is there any wonder? An Oxford professor once put it to me simply: Man invents wheel. Wheel rolls over man. Man dies. That’s irony. Not Alanis Morrisette. Americans may not understand irony – Lord knows that’s the general European consensus, one I have pointed out to me on a
In 1946 George Orwell outlined his four great motives for writing in the essay “Why I Write”. He believed these motives exist, in different degrees, in every writer. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t right. For me, it’s mostly about Aesthetic Enthusiasm. It’s also about a kind of peace that comes over me
No Country for Old Men. Cheerful by comparison. Never watch P.S. I Love You unless you plan on feeling like you’ve just bottomed out. Do, however, watch Lars and the Real Girl. There are no words for Ryan Gosling and his awesome talent.
Long story short, I feed the starving writer that is me by designing albums. I wont have time for much else over the next few weeks but I do plan on reading Stephanie’s new memoir, “Moose”, from cover to cover when it’s released on the 27th. More therapeutic than my actual therapist. She’s an amazing
I get to see my sister soon; and I’m pretty darn stoked about it. Her husband’s leaving the country on business for a day or so and I’m going in to laugh at her toes. She has these tiny little toes that look like they’ve walked through a hornet’s nest. Those are my brother’s words,
Buffy, You know how Tonya takes ‘G’ (6 years old) to dance class on Tuesday nights. Well, last night this was the conversation: Tonya: ‘G’, would you like to come back to our house and go for a walk with us? G: I would like to but I’m not sure if mommy and daddy would
“There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences.” – Jane Austen, Mansfield Park —————— Iaeger, West Virginia. Nineteen seventy nine. The old bus terminal that use to sit somewhere along the river bank. Maybe next to Sears & Roebuck? Maybe not.
Open up your mind to the possibility that 1+1 can equal 48, a Mercedes-Benz, an apple pie, a blue horse. Don’t tell your autobiography with facts, such as “I am in sixth grade. I am a boy. I live in Owatonna. I have a mother and father.” Tell me who you really are: “I am
