The last three books I read, by three of my favorite writers, were all pretty thin. They were rewarding in my hands and my head. I didn’t get bored before the end.
The last three books I read, by three of my favorite writers, were all pretty thin. They were rewarding in my hands and my head. I didn’t get bored before the end.
At Cowboy and John’s, the new year resolutions are: 1. More lopin’, less mopin’. 2. More lit, less twit. 3. More César Millán, less carryin’ on.
I decided this Christmas 2017 to send the distant young ones cash instead of the gifts that first come to mind: slingshots, knives and warm clothing — clothing that despite my best intentions probably would instill childhood nightmares. I will dole out the money in sustainable amounts since I expect to live to be an …
I was about to let loose with my latest personal essay when I encountered this buzzkill in The New Yorker: “The Personal-Essay Boom is Over.” I know I shouldn’t let my New Yorker reading pile up. I had heard rumblings of the essay crisis even before the May 2017 New Yorker piece by Jia Tolentino. …
Came across so much good stuff lately, including: Flower photo from my sister, Hope Harper, in Helena, Montana. (I mean to ask: chocolate flower, golden aster, golden eye?) (And I hate to tell my New Mexico brethren, but that’s the irrigation ditch running behind her house). The several things in The New Yorker explaining Trump …
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