I finished reading this book a few days ago. It took me a while, because reading Alice Munro both uplifts me and makes me feel like writing is futile. To distract myself from the latter feeling, I often flipped to the inscription on the front. Yesterday it was my birthday…
When I was a kid, I knew I'd love being an adult. But more than being able to stay up late and eat cake for breakfast if I wanted to, what I didn't anticipate was how great it would feel to spend time with old friends, and their parents, sitting…
I seem to be preparing for winter hibernation much too early; before it even threatens snow. I walk through the library, judging books by their covers. I read voraciously in the mornings, when it's still dark. In the daytime, I discover ideas for short stories I'd forgotten about. And last…
