Monthly Archives: October 2008

wordable awareness

Posted on October 16, 2008 by

In his memoir, Dog Years, the poet Mark Doty writes, “only part of our reality is representable in words.  I feel immersed in things I can’t name most of the time.” Still, he is a poet and a writer.  He spends his … Continue reading →

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all one thing

Posted on October 14, 2008 by

Tim O’Brien, in The Things They Carried: “It’s now 1990.  I’m forty-three years old, which would’ve seemed impossible to a fourth grader, and yet when I look at photographs of myself as I was in 1956, I realize that in the … Continue reading →

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one story

Posted on October 12, 2008 by

My favorite journal is One Story.  That’s what it is.  One story.  At a time.  Brilliant.  Every three weeks, one story arrives in my mailbox.  I always keep a story in my purse.  Or my pocket.  I’m never without something to read.  One Story … Continue reading →

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a place for storing years

Posted on October 10, 2008 by

On my list of top ten all-time favorite books is a book I read in 2000, The Half-Life of Happiness by John Casey.  It’s a novel about a marriage and a family, but I haven’t read it since then and can … Continue reading →

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time going round in circles

Posted on October 8, 2008 by

Rachel Cusk‘s fourth book is a memoir, A Life’s Work: On Becoming a Mother.  My favorite line, because of the unwritten premise, comes in the Introduction, where she writes, “…so it would be a contradiction to write a book about motherhood without … Continue reading →

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a gathering place

Posted on October 7, 2008 by

On NPR, on September 20th, I heard David Sedaris say that he was no different than anyone else except that he kept a notebook in his pocket.  He noticed and he recorded.  In the May 8, 2006 issue of the New Yorker, … Continue reading →

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light years

Posted on October 4, 2008 by

“Life is weather.  Life is meals. Lunches on a blue checked cloth on which salt has spilled. The smell of tobacco.  Brie, yellow apples, wood-handled knives.” James Salter, in one of my all-time favorite books, Light Years. I met James Salter … Continue reading →

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the doors between

Posted on October 2, 2008 by

marry tale #1:  the doors between   Once upon a time there was a man and a woman, who decided to become the husband and the wife.  They wanted to be sensible.  They wanted to continue to respect each other.  … Continue reading →

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