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I imagine this man is only one-tenth as callous in person as he is online.
I imagine this man is only one-tenth as callous in person as he is online.
I’ll leave it to readers to react to this post in their own ways.
No shroud can erase our romantic fantasies.
It’s a second chance at life. Long live menopause!
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When I began writing my first memoir I was under the impression that other people would find my story spellbinding—woman begins dating again after two divorces, discovers that dating at 60 is not like dating at 18. I was wrong. My first critics, though kind, were bored. Elmore Leonard’s writing advice, “Just cut out theContinue reading “Fiction and Non-fiction: Spinning Facts Into Gold”
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Ways to handle holiday grief: avoid anticipatory grief, serve others, embrace a larger context, make it a time of memorial and mourning.
On vacation, I always try to fill a hole in my literary knowledge by bringing along a book I aspired to read. This time it was Nabokov and Alice and Wonderland. The only Nabokov I had was a yellowed, or rather browned, version of a book I’d never heard of, Pnin, 1957 edition. The coverContinue reading “Vladimir Nabokov’s PNIN”