from st. andrews

from st. andrews

“Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Daniel.” “When a library disappears, or a bookshop closes down, when a book is consigned to oblivion, those of us who know this place, its guardians, make sure that it gets here.  In this place, books no...
it’s coming…

it’s coming…

Sunny and 75 today–it is coming. Spring fever, spring break, spring board… Spring into action… Somewhere   a black bear     has just risen from sleep       and is staring down the mountain from “Spring” by Mary Oliver in House of...
about a marriage

about a marriage

As I was reading Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates, I felt as if I were looking through a peep-hole into another couple’s marriage.  An amazing feat since it’s written in the third person.  Listen to the inside of Frank’s head: “Intelligent,...
feeding the buzzards

feeding the buzzards

It doesn’t bother me not to finish a book.  I have so many I want to read, not to mention reread. And if I don’t like a book, I want it out of the house.  The faster, the better.  Toss–feed the buzzards.  One exception:  If it is a universally...
russian dolls

russian dolls

I am fascinated, and continue to find other writers who are fascinated, with the Russian doll aspect of life. With trying to get our minds around the fact that we are the same person who climbed out of a crib in the dark, who sat on one side of a see-saw at Spring...