I saw the phrase “emotional support pile of books” in a meme the other day and I thought immediately about my own cozy stack. They rest near my side of the bed and I like to think my books and I are all counting the hours each day until we can spend quality time together [...]
Yesterday, I thought I spotted a tall human in the window as I pulled my car into the driveway. No one should have been home at that time, and I quickly ran through the possibilities, at least one of which involved some sort of stranger danger. "Hello?" I called out in what I hoped was [...]
Evidence of Ernest Hemingway's demons remains scratched into his bathroom walls and, for a moment, I had to look away. A journalist, then novelist, whose honest exploration of the human psyche (most often his own) earned him both a Pulitzer and a Nobel Prize, Hemingway courted specific details for his characters. I like details too, [...]
I like to think I have a lot in common with my sister in-law Joan Biskupic. She's tall. I'm tall. She is an oldest daughter. I am an oldest daughter. She earned a degree in journalism from Marquette University. I earned a degree in journalism from Marquette University. She received the Dirksen Award for distinguished [...]
We are word people, honestly born to our affinity with a true fascination for both their power and pliability. My father in-law championed serious words in his work and silly words in his play. Grandpa Vince once gave Molly the book "The man who loved words" and it felt like the story of his life. [...]