Reading The Grapes of Wrath and finding eerie echoes in it, of the present cultural and political moment. Can’t tell if it’s comforting or horrifying or just sad, but certain passages create this sense in me that we have been through all of this before, and are going through it still, and will go through … Continue reading Steinbeck, Grapes of Wrath, Right Now
I’m still trying to balance my staff job against the very long queue of freelance work that I signed up for before that job came along. Which means, sadly, no time for blogging. I haven’t given up the idea, though (I really love this blog). I just need a few more months to clear my plate. … Continue reading Happy New Year! I miss you! Here are some pictures from Alaska!
This blog has been / is still-kind-of, on a six-month (nay, year-long) hiatus while I adjust to the demands of having a real actual full-time job for the first time in about 100 years. But I just finished The Liar’s Club, Mary Karr’s memoir about her terrible Texas childhood, and wanted to make note of … Continue reading Mary Karr: When Poets Write Prose