It’s interesting what we attach ourselves to and the meaning we ascribe to objects that somehow, over years, become important not in functionality but just in being.
literature
The Fourth Witch
This is what happens when you read that Scottish play too many times.
Burn the Books, Save the SparkNotes
I have a confession to make. I hate The Scarlet Letter. I hated it in High School. I hated it in college. I hated it in Grad School. That might not seem like such a big deal to you, but… Read More ›
Lessons from Stephen
It’s Stephen King’s birthday this week. Saturday, to be exact. I’ve been a Stephen King fan for quite some time now. I picked up Pet Semetary when I was in ninth grade. At the time, everyone was passing around VC Andrews’ Flowers in… Read More ›
Meeting Neil
I came to Neil Gaiman in a backwards sort of way. A student of mine, Alex, brought American Gods into class and told me that I had to read it. I, of course, took the book, thanked him, and proceeded to… Read More ›
Summer Reading
Not that kind of summer reading. I’m talking about the assigned kind. A few years ago I wrote an article about summer reading and how ridiculous it was becoming. Unfortunately, not much has changed. So in honor of my children… Read More ›