Do you ever have that feeling, sitting there, two hands on the steering wheel, that your arms could move, all by themselves, and drive you and your car and whoever is with you off the road, into the ditch, into that car next to you, into the line of oncoming traffic? Do you ever stare […]
Socially distant. Looking backwards. It’s a story about a bowl.
A visit to the local secondhand bookstore over the holidays wasn’t enough (bagging Malouf, Lessing, Armanno, Lewycka, Modjeska, Murakami, Astley); we fell into the Lifeline Bookfest on the weekend. I think we came home with about 100 books. The joy was in stumbling into titles that have always been on the “to-read” list: Silent Spring. […]
