There is No Way To Peace, Peace is The Way

Who You Are Meant To Be, According To Oprah and Gayle

A True Man Hates No One

Ten Things I Hate About Me, Part Something or Other: Soul Stealing Suckfest
Things I am reluctant to say goodbye to:The space where my son's front baby teeth used to be.The way my daughter still says, "incept" instead of "except."The fact that the puppy is already too big for me to pick up and carry when I want her to come in the house.My student teacher, who rocks, and who has been doing all of my work for weeks now.My red leather bag, whose handles are getting worn out.Thing I am desperate to say goodbye to:My abject terror of and the crippling anxiety caused by having my picture taken.I need some photographs of myself for a project, so I arranged with a student, who happens to

I Kissed A Girl
Well.  I would anyway if she'd just return my calls.I love Gail Collins.  And I love that the Old Gray Lady has a place for someone who is not afraid to go where she goes;  she is sometimes downright silly and sarcastic, yes she remains likable and trustworthy.I hate what I just wrote up there.  Bland platitudes.  Unlike Gail Collins, today I am struggling to find the right words.  I woke up this morning and decided that I would write something today about how the mainstream media is making a big deal over the election results from Tuesday.  Results which, to me, seemed completely incons

A Rose By Any Other Name WOULD Smell As Sweet, As Luck Would Have It
                                                              If you do a quick search for reviews of Nick Hornby's work, not exclusively his latest,

Memento Mori
I was supposed to be writing today about Nick Hornby's Juliet, Naked.  I'm having trouble figuring out what I want to say about this novel, other than the fact that I love it so much I want to marry it.  But I'm stalling.  I need another day to get my head in the game, so to speak, and articulate my thoughts about it such that they make even a tiny bit of sense and accurately reflect what I'm thinking and feeling.  Please come back tomorrow and read whatever I come up with and supply your own musings - the comments people leave for these Virtually Well Read Book Club "meetings" are so excellent and thoughtful.  Instead of spending time today working

Smell My Feet
All Hallows by Louise Glück Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen sleep in their blue yoke, the fields having been picked clean, the sheaves bound evenly and piled at the roadside among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises: This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence. And the wife leaning out the window with her hand extended, as in payment, and the seeds distinct, gol