Monthly Archives: June 2013

Throb.

Man of Steel. I saw him. It. I saw it. Husband “warned” me that there was some theoretical hotness. He doesn’t actually feel qualified to measure such things, but said there may be some shirtlessness and so forth. I explained to him (again) that for me, beautiful men on screen are just an exercise in […]

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Pigeons

I live in a little town in a mountain valley. It’s very lovely here, I tell you. Mountains out every window. At this moment, everything’s green and perfect — trees and plants and lawns sort of glimmer, and the hills have managed to keep enough of the scant water they got this winter to be […]

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I forgot to tell you this thing.

Guys, I read a Book. It has a capital B, because it was really good. And long, and written with serious-brained readers in mind (you can just tell, get me?). So I’m sure many of you have read it, because it got rather a lot of press this year, but here you go: THE ORPHAN […]

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Summertime

My mom used to sing a song from Porgy and Bess: “Summertime, and the living is easy. Fish are jumping and the cotton is high. Your daddy’s rich and your ma is good looking, so hush, pretty baby, don’t you cry. One of these mornings you’re going to rise up singing. You’re going to spread […]

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Whoa, Bessie.

I don’t know who Bessie is. Wait. I do. In “Philadelphia Story” George, the pretentious fiancee, says, “Whoa, Bessie,” to the horse he’s trying (failing) to ride. Over and over. Then he tells Dinah, the hilarious little sister, that he doesn’t know what’s gotten in to Bessie this morning. And she replies something about “maybe […]

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