Amazing what you can get done with a veritable gun to your head. Deadlines that can't be extended... Read More

Trapped. Again. Sunday morning. 8 a.m. (It is really 7. The clocks leapt forward overnight. See, magic... Read More

Mathilda bounded into the bookseller's office. She leapt upon the desk, and papers scattered into the man's lap... Read More

It was a long Saturday with books and carts. I'd been away the previous two weekends. I can't remember... Read More

I awoke Friday morning and saw that the sunrise was in about 40 minutes. I pulled on some clothes... Read More

When I think of Italy, I think of "style." In clothing, restaurants, shops, bathrooms... great attention... Read More