Throwback Thursday: Feel, Felt, Found (or how to deal with difficult people)
I know, I know: you don’t care what books I’m reading. Or what my house looks like. Or how I feel about what my house looks…
Writing Wednesday: Middlesex after Midnight
I did not mean to suggest in Monday’s post the Middlesex is melodramatic. It is, but not in a bad way. It is a book that…
To Hell with Crate and Barrel
I have a confession to make: I am in love. Although it’s not what you think. Okay, it is what you think. But we’ll get to…
A Surprise Behind the Door
I suppose it’s time to tell you: I came back to my house yesterday—my house, the one with the thrice scrubbed floors that still feel and…
Of Magnets and Parmesan
This time around was easy: I mailed the book I’d borrowed from The European back to his house, pushed the magnets he’d given me to the…
