Monthly Archives: June 2009

I remember this abrasive attorney in graduate school commenting that Jane Austen cheated with POV in Emma.  He was technically right. But that didn’t absolve him.  Jane Austen didn’t have creative writing classes.  No one broke a story down for her, or discussed climax and tense… Read more

I dropped coffee last week.  The first two days really blew, but by the third, I’d realized that black tea made for an easy substitution.  If you add soymilk, the difference is negligible.  Right?  

I enjoy the process of coffee.  The grinding of beans,… Read more

When I first joined the Gay & Lesbian book club at Auntie’s, the rules were stated up front:  any book selected had to have queer characters, or a queer author. Simple. That was it.  But at least once a quarter, someone would ask why.  Why… Read more

Have you seen the Finnish film, Producing Adults?  I’d never even heard of it, until I happened upon a description on Netflix last night.  Wry is right. This is one wry story.  

And I enjoyed it.  The complexity and sketchy decisions and the cute girls.… Read more

The couple that lived above us previously had a penchant for arriving home, drunk, at 2 a.m. and promptly tumbling down the stairs.  They were skilled in all acts of inconsideration.  

The new couple has a sixteen-month-old roly-poly little guy dressed—every time I’ve seen… Read more

I hate being taken for a boy.  It doesn’t matter what the circumstances, or how amused I try to be by the whole thing.  I really just hate it.  I once helped an old guy at the bookstore track down a couple of History books… Read more