There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
This was originally written before the COVID-19/Coronavirus pandemic was full blown in the US. It feels extremely petty now and I’ve lost all steam on finishing it. Suffice it to say, I enjoyed this book and do recommend it to all to read, even if the troubling times depicted seem prescient to the current situation….
Oftentimes, the reader that could benefit from reading a work of literature that is intended to develop empathy for a particular plight is not likely to pick up a book that clearly advertises itself as being about that hardship. Many authors have tackled this obstacle in the past by writing speculative fiction rather than a…
The below text was written for a class on British Literature, focusing on Virgina Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own”. Lately, I feel like I’ve been living the reality that Woolf describes regarding women and fiction – obligations from being a woman, a mom, an aunt, etc, have to be juggled with my schoolwork, my…
I’m stuck on one line Maggie Nelson wrote on page 37. “I cannot hold my baby at the same time as I write.” This is something that I feared when I became pregnant, when I decided I wanted to have children. I wanted more than one before I had one; but having one has made…
While I plan to finish the entirety of I’m With the Bears shortly, I am still on a deadline because this is for a class. I spent yesterday at a relative’s house for a family reunion, in the 94°F (34.4C) heat (“feels like: 100°F” (37.7C) says the Weather Channel) when outside, in something significantly cooler but…