This was a hard read for me. I don’t mean hard in the brain-taxing Hilary Mantel sense. Rather, Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane forced me to face some pretty tough questions, questions that are even, dare I say, existential: W. . .
For the past couple of years, my mother has been writing her life story. What started for her as a diversion—taking a continuing-ed class at our local library called “A Legacy of Your Life”—has turned into a full-fledged mission. It began as a. . .
I did my civic duty earlier this week, giving up my life as a normal citizen for a few days and answering the summons to jury duty. As I headed to the courthouse on Monday morning, I grabbed a book suitable for the occasion; I wanted a good . . .
It wasn’t supposed to end this way. That’s the verdict in the real news this week, after Cleveland, Ohio, kidnapper Ariel Castro was found hanging in his prison cell, dead after an apparent suicide. In a story almost stranger than fiction, C. . .