About This Blog:
When I moved, I packed my library into 39 brown-paper grocery bags. Some are yet unread gifts, while others I’ve read but want to re-read. Others, I began and didn’t finish. Still others, I bought but never had time to read. This blog records my journey as a I read through my 39 bags.
Author Archives: Annie
Pg. 36: “He sucked in smoke, holding the cigarette cupped in his hand, like a soldier in an old film.” Pg. 38: “There was a shelf of reference books: the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary (two volumes), Roget’s Thesaurus, the Oxford … Continue reading
The Human Line After I had carried her those nine months,those two hundred and eighty-four day, eachwith its sheaf of hours, each hour fanned outinto minutes, into seconds, as though time had beensliced thin as onionskin After I’d hauled this … Continue reading
Welcome Morning There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry … Continue reading
The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down … Continue reading
ISBN: 9781250067500 pg 31: “… a waitress whose apron was so well starched it could have walked out of the building and lived a long life on its own terms.”