I am not even going to begin to pretend I understand MEMORY. That awesome, fickle power that likes to ditch me as I step into another room (or as Billy Collins says in his poem Forgetfulness, retires “to a little fishing village where there are no phones”). I don’t know why some things stick, like the thirty plus year old memories of being a kid trying to fry an egg on the summer sidewalk or dig a hole to China, as… Read more »

 “Your reality, sir, is lies and balderdash and I’m delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever.”  ~Baron Munchausen   This weekend I was reading some posts over at Catherine Caffeinated and found a particularly entertaining one on the subject of book reviews. In it, she included this excerpt from an Amazon customer review of The Help by Kathryn Stockett:   “Where was the editor for this book? In the end notes the author confesses to playing with… Read more »

  Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. ~Emily Dickinson   My sister and I used to babysit a lot when we were teenagers, and one of the perks (other than looking after cute cherubs of course) was scoping out the fridge or pantry.   After our respective babysitting gigs, my sister and I would then compare the loot we snacked on. Me:  They totally had Chef Boyardee. My sister:  Well, I got Twinkies and Dr…. Read more »