Or how I plan to address my Smaug-like tendency to hoard books
Welcome to Midweek Dinner, the mental equivalent of scrounging in the fridge to pull together a meal. Except this is a meal of ideas, thoughts…
Or why aging is an act of grace
Anna Karenina and thinking about time and hope
pen pals and phone calls and writers who said it better
Enough with the backstory. Let's get back to the action.
Or why you will almost never "find me in da club"
or why the alarm clock goes off at 6 now
Or why none of the things we hope might work is likely to convince people to change their mind
even if it's just one weak, misguided punch at a time
Or why some letters, it's ok to burn
Or where I've been and what I've (not) been doing