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Give Up, Give In, or Muddle Through?

03.03.2011

I knew someone once who loved to read. They had a very strict reading regimen. Only nonfiction. And whatever they started, they started on page one and went through to the last page. No skipping, no skimming. So there. When I told this person I liked to check out the index first, then dip into [...]

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That Thing We Do

06.02.2011

Why do we do what we do? I knit because I love the feel of merino and cashmere through my fingers; because I’m hypnotized by thick, rich color; and because I am addicted to the rhythm of my knitting needles making one stitch at a time as if a metronome marking time. One stitch. One [...]

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More Mary Oliver

16.11.2010

But where are the words? So begins one of the poems in Mary Oliver’s newest collection, Swan—her twentieth. And it is pure Oliver. So far, the one that won’t let go of me (and I know it’s only the first, and I know others will attach themselves to me—that’s how Oliver’s poems are, they sit, [...]

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To Dip, To Skip, To Not

19.09.2010

I was flipping through Daniel Pennac’s The Rights of the Reader this morning. And in doing so, I was exercising one of my rights—(#8) To Dip In. My relationship with books is complicated. I love books. I love reading. But sometimes I don’t. Read, that is. When I was little, I read everything. When I got [...]

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