These celebrations are dedicated to my sister, who’s overworked and underpaid and a hell of a lot more graceful about it than I could ever be. I would love nothing more than to invite her over tonight to relax by the fire and ease the stress of her seven-day workweek.
The celebrations reach back to lucky Friday the 13th, when Scott and I saw The Host at the Darkside. (more…)
Tonight I stayed on campus after work to hear Leslie Marmon Silko speak to a class on Native American philosophies that is open to the community. I remembered enjoying her stories in the English class I took that one summer at IU and hunching over a word processor in my boyfriend’s basement apartment to type an essay on the color imagery or something. So last week I borrowed a copy of her acclaimed novel Ceremony from my generous public librarian acquaintances and have been reading it in anticipation of tonight’s lecture. Refreshing, this novel-reading abandon, my first in what seems like a long while. (more…)