Standing in line under an umbrella with my daughter waiting for Santa, her nose met mine. People roamed the streets, giving out candy canes and small stuffed animals. No one gave her one. "I want to be shorter, again."
Like other listeners across the nation, a lump formed in my throat when I heard that Tom Magliozzi, who was known to so many as half of NPR’s famed “Car Talk” hosts had died at the age of 77 from complications of Alzheimer’s Disease. Anyone who has stumbled across the show would instantly recognize one of the most infectious laughs ever recorded.
In a recent blog post by author Seth Godin, he talks about what everyone reads. There was a time, he says, when everyone read the same newspaper or watched the same shows. Maybe there was a time when there was greater homogeny. There are so many more media streams, a variety of formatting options, different technology to deliver news, entertainment, knowledge, and opinions these days.
"Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good." There are things that surface that take us by surprise and, at the same time, wash over us like a warm stream of water, transfixing, and transporting us to moments we thought were lost.
Have you had your head buried in a book this summer? Make August your month to win prizes for your efforts and participate in this year's adult summer reading club. Every Friday, one lucky reader wins gift certificates to Savory Spice Shop (one bottle of spice) and The Bent Spoon (one free ice cream) plus a free book.
I'm on page 31 of "The Goldfinch." Only 753 pages to go until the meeting of the library's fiction book group in November. That translates to a solid three months to complete my journey into the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel that's received more than its share of attention.
Karen Joy Fowler's PEN/Faulkner award-winning novel, "We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves," was the recent focus of a lively discussion of the library's monthly fiction book group. The story is familiar: a family punctured by the loss of one of its members, resulting in each of their unraveling, but the cast of characters has one notable distinction.
There's something like detachment that floats across the pages of Akhil Sharma's highly lauded "Family Life." Slated to appear at the library at 7pm on April 16, the author is receiving wide praise from critics for the story of an immigrant Indian family whose lives are torn asunder when their eldest son sustains injuries that render him almost lifeless aft
Spring hasn't caught up to the school calendar. I was home with my daughter for the first day of spring break. Originally scheduled as a vacation day, the stomach flu that's been making its way through legions of little bellies had its way with my girl. Determined to advance progress on getting our place tidy to put up for sale, I took advantage of the ill conceived down time. I worked all day, taking things down from the walls, tossing things out, while trying to keep a certain someone hydrated. Fortunately, she had moments of perkiness.