Tornadic

With apologies to Colbert, I ask: April: Cruel month or cruellest month? I wonder if ol' T.S. ever saw himself a tornado. My first Spring in the South, I sat hunched in front of the television, rocking myself as the violent red cartoon funnels marched across the screen and the newscasters called out the names …

Mile markers

Well, hey there 2011. Look at you, 2000s -- you're a tween now! Let's keep the raging hormones down to a dull roar, shall we? No Bieber Fever. Seriously. It's my first post of 2011, all the way here mid-February. I'm feeling rather grand in my slow-pokedness, thank you very much. Every day I come …

Ahem.

Oh, little blog. I haven't forgotten you. Well, actually, I did, in that forgetting way that's not really forgetting. You're like that weird skin tag on my elbow about which I keep thinking, Yeah, I should get that checked. No offense. Truth is, I'd much rather be jotting down rambly bits about writing. It's November, …

Face in books

Today, I'm jotting down what I've read thus far in 2010 as we careen right over the hump into the second half of it. I'm not going to annotate for now, just list; perhaps I'll come back later and amplify thoughts on individual pieces. I read a lot to prepare for teaching, but I've been …