March 2012
7 posts
So that you wouldn't doubt
Digging through a long-neglected pile of magazines this evening, as I had some time to spare before dinner plans, I stumbled on to the October 2011 issue of Vanity Fair that had been sitting on my coffee table since, well, October 2011.
As if past me knew exactly what future me would want to read, I opened the magazine to a marked page - the recounting of how troves of Ernest Hemingway’s...
Sunday Morning
On Saturday, she walked the two blocks to the local market and picked up a few things to get her through the weekend. She bought a quart of skim milk, a head of romaine lettuce, and she bought a slice of quiche and fresh fruit salad, anticipating the morning when she’d pair the two with a mug of fresh coffee and the Sunday morning news. Watching pundits debate the latest in politics sounded so...
