Recently I bought my son a copy of The Dangerous Book For Boys. Okay, I know, I'm a little late to the game here. I read the book that night from cover to cover and saw just how we had failed him. All the knots we hadn't taught him to tie. All the rabbits we hadn't shown him … [Read more...]
Any time, any day, you can hear the people say . . .
If there's one song for me that evokes a New England summer in all its glory--its heartbreak, humidity, brevity, longing and hope, its clamcakes, Levi's, docks and lakes and rivers, its yellow cellophaned packages of Swedish Fish, it's Listen To What the Man Said, by Paul … [Read more...]
Less watercolor, more oil painting
I purportedly went to my favorite independent bookstore, A Great Good Place for Books to hear Chandler Burr read from his fabulous new novel You or Someone Like You the other night, but really I went because I wanted him to smell me. You see besides being a novelist, a … [Read more...]
Maple Honey Caramels
Every so often I become obsessed with a particular kind of candy. Candy other than Twizzlers, that is. And Butterfingers. Sweet Revolution Maple Honey Caramels. I can't stop thinking about them. I bought a little box at Miette on Chestnut Street in San Francisco to give to … [Read more...]
The Pajamaist
Isn't that an amazing title? I wish I had thought of it. I'm reading Matthew Zapruder's book of poetry The Pajamaist and it's brilliant. I'm so inspired that I have been practicing being a pajamaist. What is a pajamaist, you may ask. I've come to realize that's a very personal … [Read more...]