Growing up, I read quite a number of books by Duncan and the other huge authors of that time (Blume, Cleary, Hinton, etc.). Two of Duncan’s books stood out for me: I Know What You Did Last Summer, and Killing Mr. Griffin. Time catches us all at some point.
The gardens. They are in terrible shape, thanks to the way 2017 was a total bitch. The biggest project: weeding. […]
The other night, I had a series of very odd (even for me) dreams. I am an insomniac, and the […]
Once upon a time, in AP English, our instructor (who had gone to the Christmas break single and came back […]
The last little mini-dream I had before waking up: I was mixing Kraft’s neon orange cheese from their blue box […]
The perfect background sound for your too-still, very late evening reading and/or writing horror: the (mournfully) singing tree.
Elie Wiesel died yesterday. Unlike (apparently) a lot of people, I did not encounter Night, his nonfiction/fictional account of internment […]