It’s what we do, us former English Majors. We nit-pick, we analyze, we sift through layers like dusty-headed archaeologists. Digging for theme, imagery. Praying for…

So I’ve got this stack of books I’ve read. They’ve all been put down–like one does with a lame beast–but not put to rest. They…

Hey man, how many times have I told you this? Why don’t you believe me? For the last time, I’m not a fantasy guy. Nothing…

“Every summer I fight the dream of running away.” It was a decade and a half back when I wrote that, on another sweaty night…

A friend of mine from the last life taught me that the best way to know a new place is through spine-cracking a good book. …

Here’s a book I never thought I’d read. Not that I was against it, quite the opposite, I thought I should. Twain’s been on my…

Much as I hate moving, a new home does bring hope for a new garden. Spade in hand, I survey my new domain, looking for…

There’s a pessimism here that I can’t believe in anymore.  I know it well, as a clean-scrubbed child of the 80s it lurked all around…

I’ve never worked so hard to finish a book. After reading William Morris’s The Well At World’s End, I can feel every aching step, every…

“Hey, buy this for me for Christmas.” So my wife and I have this unspoken arrangement. We spend so much time trying to get Christmas…