Tag: essays
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January 12, 2017
I like a book, a physical book. I like to live in a book. I underline and dog-ear and write notes in the margin. The books that I return to again and again are coffee-stained, scotch-taped–the pages worn thin. I say all of this now because I have been living, recently, in Mary Oliver’s book…
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August 23, 2012
Well, I have dog-eared, underlined and exclamation-pointed my way through the collected essays of E.B. White. And I have to say that I am sad to be done. Actually, what I am is bereft. I never knew E.B. White, but I miss him terribly. His ability to see, to marvel–his rueful, joyful ruminations–have kept me…