Running to Running From
Friday morning. 5 a.m. A soft pink dawn is lightening the bedroom. The cicadas are gone... Read More
Wonder Book Blog
Life of a Bookseller
Into the West—White Shores—And Beyond a Far Green Country into a Swift Sunrise
When the predawn lightens the room, birdsongs begin. The constant car alarm scream of the 17-year cicadas... Read More
Time Travel
The new iPhone does strange things. Of its own volition, it sent me this picture. An anniversary album... Read More
Undertones
The dawn symphony begins slowly. Allegro ma non troppo. It is dark when the first voice sings out... Read More
No More Masks
It's OVER! This will be the LAST "Bookselling in the COVID Era" post! In March 2020, I thought... Read More
Forgotten Ties
New Orleans. Why have I never visited? I guess I thought it was all about parties, and I'm not a partier... Read More