Category Archives: Reading
Got MLK
In honor of Martin Luther King Day (or, if you depend on Twitter for your research, Martian Luther King Day, or maybe Martin Lutheran King Day), I woke Jackson up and told him he had the day off school to … Continue reading
Day Twenty-nine
Here are all the quotes that I keep on my MacBook’s dashboard. “You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” Mary Oliver “The truth will set you free, but not until it’s done … Continue reading
Day Nineteen
I was at work today looking around for books to add to the Staff Picks shelf. There are a few books that I’m continually putting up there, like The Pursuit of Love and Love in a Cold Climate and The … Continue reading
Word to Your Mother
If memory serves, and it doesn’t always, but we can talk about my early-onset dementia/menopausal memory leakage some other time* . . . Jack’s mom only sends the Zabar’s box on New Year’s, Jack’s birthday, Father’s Day, and our wedding … Continue reading
High on a hill stood a lonely goatherd
In a startling shift of habit that was long overdue, I have stopped listening to music altogether. That’s right, you heard me. Stop before you waste a stamp sending me tickets to that GWAR reunion. I don’t care if Prince … Continue reading
Inner Space
Jackson and I were looking for some entertaining bedtime reading so we picked up a copy of Dav Pilkey’s The Adventures of Ook and Gluk, Kung-fu Cavemen from the Future. It’s fun and it’s silly, as time-traveling cave boys with … Continue reading
me am literate
You’ll be excited to hear that I’ve read another book. In keeping with my new habit of finding books that take roughly the same amount of effort to read as the back of a cereal box, I went to the … Continue reading
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I’m a person who used to read a great deal, but who now watches TV on DVD and embraces the Internet with what little strength she has left in her withered hands. Imagine, dear reader, how I used to power … Continue reading
This has been bothering me
No one is acknowledging John Updike’s influence on Justin Bieber’s style, and it just makes me SO MAD.
The Help
The Help by Kathryn Stockett This is a lovely book about a subject that kind of floats like an iceberg as you’re coming toward it. On the surface you see the fresh-faced young wives of Jackson, Mississippi in 1962, but … Continue reading




