Tag Archives: reading

A few things: November 2017

An actual family dinner conversation: SON:  [to MOM] “So, why’d you move all that stuff and mess up the big room?” MOM: “I need more space for my art and sewing and things. Maybe I’ll have people over, teach a class; who knows? I might even teach you to sew, so you can sew a…

I know a mama.

Last we were together (three weeks ago? four?), we were talking about seeing and being seen. You are thinking, perhaps, that my memory is dodgy, that I’ve forgotten about the Frye boot story in between. What you don’t know is that I wrote the letter to The Frye Company at the end of February, weeks…

Under the Boolean radar.

I was going to write my annual post with book recommendations. But then, unexpectedly, I found where Nancy Pearl has been hiding. To be more accurate, and probably fairer, I accidentally stumbled upon Nancy Pearl’s Twitter feed during one of my Twitter drive-bys (my relationship with Twitter is complicated). Re-finding Nancy Pearl was like seeing…

P.S. – Notes about Books

So, it’s been fun sharing book recommendations from my recent post about books. It’s been so fun, in fact, that I decided to create a page dedicated just to books – what I’m currently reading, recent titles I’ve enjoyed, books I’ve read with my kids, and, of course, my all-time favorites. It’s possible that I’ll…

Summer ’15: the book report

For me, each year is divided into two parts: summer and not-summer. Summer, to me, is the stretch of sunny days between Memorial Day and Labor Day; not-summer is the remainder. Summer is Wiccan, loose and roaming. Not-summer is Presbyterian, the time to hunker down and be serious. Even during the years between my own…

The book tree.

The first Christmas we were together in Memphis, before we were married, before we had children, Bernard gave my mother a puppet named Book Worm that he purchased from a local bookstore. Book Worm was a green velvet – well, book, with a place to put your finger in the underside so when you opened…

Seriously.

Among my greatest fears is this: one of my well-educated, high-brow friends asks me what I’m reading. So today you’ll be my confessor about my checkered life with junk books, and then we’ll talk about the wisdom of PB&J for dinner. Understand, at the beginning of this confession, a notion that has been drilled into…

The way life happens.

Car time used to be NPR time, Morning Edition on the way to work and All Things Considered on the way home.  It lasted through my children’s first years; but when they grew old enough to understand words though not mature enough for much of NPR’s content, we switched to music then to audiobooks.  I…