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Human emotions are a swamp best explored in a sturdy canoe. Rock at your peril. Daylight savings time begins tomorrow. Fuzzy accounting if you ask me. You can’t legislate daylight any more than you can deny hoping rights. But let’s put all that behind us, shall we? Today the sun is glaring on […] Cupid’s aim is true at Florida Botanical Gardens in Largo. A few years ago I swore off romance. Enough with the sappily ever after, pie-in-the-sky, “don’t worry baby” baloney. I gave in to the Dark Side. And was startled to find it was standing room only. Turns out you can’t throw a brick, […] The hopeful sign will fade and fall off; the journey goes on. I broke up with Romance a few years ago. I fired off a bitter post and threw out my romance writer magazines. I put away my childish dreams, having decided it was well past time for me to grow up. After […] Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel leads to yet more mystery. As a child I was never drawn to read Nancy Drew mysteries. The whole whodunit genre left me cold. I was more interested in sob stories about brave dogs who died saving babies from burning houses, or tales of […] Some of the most interesting places can’t be found on ordinary maps. My status as an antique has recently been upgraded to “living fossil” due to my persistent preference for paper maps. My children don’t even bother to hide their condescending smiles when they see me rattling the pages of my trusty map […] Every rainbow is a small miracle. Karen Thompson Walker’s debut novel The Age Of Miracles takes off from a simple premise, the sort of “what if?” that has inspired science fiction writers for decades. What if the Earth’s rotation slowed? What if, gradually, but unmistakably, the sunlit days grew longer, the […] Bookstore cats are a breed apart. While recovering from another losing battle between me and the Microsoft Word system that rules my computer I recently read Robin Sloan’s Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore, a literary pick-me-up about book lovers, computers, and the curious obsessives who thrive in the shadows of secret libraries. What’s not […] Be your own Buddha When you tell people you’re a writer the first thing they ask is, “Oh, what do you write?” Then, after you tell them you write fiction, they tell you what kind of book they read, if they read at all. If you don’t write the sort of book they […] Every tree contains stories waiting to be told. On a recent episode of “The Big Bang Theory” Raj Koothrappali, the cute astrophysicist who can’t utter a word to a woman without an alcoholic drink in his system, surmounted the challenge of talking with an equally shy woman by arranging for them to […] The Library of Congress has room to read and no end of books. My resolution for this new year is simple: less time on Facebook, more time with real books. It’s not that I hate Facebook. It’s more a mild sort of cringing from the whole leap into the virtual social pool. Inside, […] |
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