Instead support up and coming author Jacob Paul and an indie publisher (Ig Publishing) out of Brooklyn by buying Sarah/Sara. I am an avid reader of contemporary literature as well as historical fiction and non-fiction, poetry, pulp fiction, the odd twinkie thriller page turner, and of course, cook books. There is one book however that [...]
Several years ago I had the privilege of hearing David Sedaris read his short story “6 to 8 Blackmen” (I don’t know its official title), Live, in Olympia, Washington. (I was with one other American, a very recent immigrant from Sweden and a Filipino man. The other American and I nearly fell out of our [...]
The following is an account of a bullfight and may not be appropriate for all audiences. So I found myself at a bullfight the other day. I say “found myself” as if 2 ½ years of hard thinking and contemplation about whether to go hadn’t gone into the decision to be there. Normally (that is, [...]
Of the many basically obvious things that seem to escape our dog Roscoe’s comprehension (like that moving cars are dangerous but water sprinklers are not) is that when you go out into our 2-door patio through one open door, you probably re-enter the house through the same open door which you exited. This weekend he [...]
I remember snow days growing up in Denver, Colorado with a nostalgia bordering on romanticism. I remember awaking in the morning and first noticing the absolute and almost deafening silence that a few feet of snow brings. Out my second story window I’d see tree branches wilting to the ground under the weight of snow [...]