Post Winter Olympic thoughts, or why I’m envious of Virtue and Moir

It's past midnight, my most potent time of the day. Every one in the house is asleep including the dog. I have Van Morrison singing in the background. The man's music is cool and soothing, like camphor. He keeps me company as I read the introduction of The Art Of Personal Essay, a two-inch, two-pound … Continue reading Post Winter Olympic thoughts, or why I’m envious of Virtue and Moir

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Mockingjay: crazy ending

Dear Sir, I just finished reading Mockingjay, the final installment in Suzanne Collins' three-part Hunger Games. It's a crazy read sir. I started this morning at breakfast, couldn't put it down until  11:30 this evening. Was vying for Katniss and Gale to end up together but I knew it was a long shot. So here … Continue reading Mockingjay: crazy ending