The Things That Really Matter

The Things That Really Matter

Closet space.  Is there ever enough of it?  There were next to no closets in our Victorian house.  We purchased three armoires from Myrtle’s Mess for the bedrooms, and crammed them so full the doors would barely close. (John’s enormous oak armoire is one...
55 Reading Questions

55 Reading Questions

I have a Tumblr, which you can find here.  I don’t do much with it; I think I’m not really in the demographic it’s meant for, but I signed up so I could see what my daughter posts.  And recently I happened upon this list of questions from...
I Hear America Crying

I Hear America Crying

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The...
I'd Rather Be Reading

I'd Rather Be Reading

I have a grant proposal to write today.  I have a stack of legal work to do.  My desk is a mess.  The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the dog is sleeping in a patch of sunlight in the backyard, and what I’d really like to do is make another cup of coffee...
Bye Bye Britannica

Bye Bye Britannica

I’m not even exaggerating when I say I almost cried when I read that the print version of the Encyclopedia Britannica is no more. I’m not a dinosaur, okay?  I can’t remember the last time I cracked an actual book to find information (besides, all my...
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