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My theater experience consists of one show: The Old Lady Shows Her Medals, by J. M. Barrie. Yes, he wrote many more things besides Peter Pan. Seventh grade, the middle school plays, a series of one-act things. I was Mrs. Mickleham, and it floors me that I was able to remember that much about the … Continue reading On Being in the Spotlight: J. M. Barrie
The firewood was always freshly stacked in its brass bin by the fireplace in the den each winter afternoon. When I was little, I would try to carve this wood with the blade of the letter opener that sat with its matching pair of scissors and note pad by the telephone in the bar. This … Continue reading Firewood
Book club is tonight — I actually believe that I have not been to book club since A. S. Byatt‘s Possession was the topic, and that was right after it was published. 1990. Tonight’s subject: David Mitchell‘s The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet. I am halfway through — had chosen to read it before … Continue reading Thousand Autumns
In the middle of January, like now, it is very easy to get into the mindset that this gray weather is going to last forever. Since I am a (very) amateur birder, though, I also know that the spring migration is about to start probably within the next couple of weeks. The birds won’t hit … Continue reading Looking forward
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