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#MeToo

A few days ago, Twitter erupted with the hashtag #metoo. It was meant to convey the sheer magnitude of the numbers of women who …

A whisper

I write like a whisper. Hear me. The silence turns its back. I say one …

Dear Hillary Clinton

I didn’t like you when I first became aware of you. I was twenty-two, and you looked ancient…

Books are dead. Long live books.

It will surprise no one to learn that I am passionate about books. I remember being four years…

Expect me, darling

Searching through my phone for a picture to go with my piece on cemeteries (link below if you…

What’s right in front of you

I once found a book at a bookstore which I simply had to have. The need to acquire it was a powerful and familiar feeling, a formless but imposing presence…

On staying woke and sane

On the week that Trump announced he was ending DACA, I cried several times every…

The space above six feet under

I’ve always been drawn to cemeteries. I have never found peace with death – spare…

So it turns out I am no longer in the Rhett Butler-loving phase of my life

Talk to anyone who knew me under the age of twenty-five, and eventually the conversation…

6 Books to Read While…

Color me tickled! The Barnes and Noble blog has always been good to THE SECRET…

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