confessions of a reformed tourist
Women Who Run With the Wolves (Clarissa Pinkola Estes) was published in 1992 and my mom got it right away, which means I was 15 when I first read it. Which explains a lot about me and my particular brand of weird. I’m won’t even attempt here to distill the book into something neat and [...]
“Howard Zinn, the historian and author and one of the last remaining leftists from the Leftists Had Balls era, has died at 87.” (The Wonkette) When my brother was in college he had a talk radio news-but-mostly-fly-the-seat-of-his-pants-political-commentary show. Because it was college radio he basically got to do whatever he wanted. One of the great [...]
Late this afternoon the Bean and I were walking through downtown Amherst in search of whole wheat bagels. We passed the Food for Thought Books Collective. Those miscreants actually had a red Flexible Flyer wagon full of $1 books in front of their store. Which means that even in the unlikely event that I had [...]
In last night’s post, I mentioned my impending search for Richard Scarry books. Let me just say: As a rule, I hate shopping. Unless I’m shopping for Jack. Because that’s different. Also, he’s turning three in less than a month. Less than month! I can hardly believe it. I didn’t want to go to Barnes [...]
I am so tired. So very tired. I haven’t gotten more than four hours of sleep a night for weeks. Every night, after everyone in the house FINALLY retires to bed, I am so thrilled with the silence and my solitude that I stay up doing stupidness* until 3. Even though I’m totally exhausted. The [...]
I am what you could call an intermediate seamstress, but only if you were being kind. Both my mom and my grandmother can really sew, though, so I grew up accustomed to wandering the aisles of fabric stores. I’d run my fingers along the bolts like they were books on a library shelf, waiting until [...]
