Favorite authors gain my attention in unexpected ways. When I was a teenager my mother came home from the library one day with (more…)

Yann Martel’s novel, Life of Pi, is a brutal, dramatic tale. It perplexes, confronting the reader with realism and fantasy in the same thoughts. It’s the kind of story that makes you wonder if it could possibly have really happened. If so, what really happened? I’m left with a mystery, but not a frustrating one, it’s magical in a sense. I savor it like the taste of a fine meal I’ve just finished. I linger over it and reminisce. (more…)

A frequent visitor to our yard. (Click for larger views.)

Scrub Jay in Tree
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Leave it to Margaret Atwood. Her books lead us into unique situations, so why not her book signings? (more…)

A couple of days ago my husband pointed out a flock of birds that had lighted in our front yard, with crests on their heads and crimson dots on their backs (when perched—the dots are actually on the tips of secondary wing feathers). We’d never seen these before. (more…)

According to a July 2004 article in the “News Room” of the National Endowment for the Arts, Fewer Than Half of American Adults Now Read Literature. The article cites statistics from Reading At Risk: A Survey of Literary Reading in America. This 60-page report was created using data collected from a sample of 17,000 adults by the U.S. Bureau of the Census in 2002, at the request of the National Endowment for the Arts. Much of the blame for the documented decrease in the quantity of our literary reading over the past 20 years is placed on television and lower levels of education. The report defines literary reading as novels or short stories, plays, and poetry, and it makes no distinction as to the quality of the literary works.

Three points in the Reading At Risk report worry me most, as a writer hoping to sell my work: (more…)

I usually knit in the evening, but this morning I woke up with only 7 rows left to knit on the center square of my lace shawl. (more…)